I saw over the other side of the world
we'd negotate tickets to once again see each other
amusement parks in tropical places
rust like chicken wire holding us graceless
Grand rivers thick blue grey cloud touching
glistening pasture theres your face
humidity has this monopoly
noone broaches the subject
moss in the shadows
concealing the old building colors real desires
old comforting falsehoods overgrown
the mythical return of loving years
sweet naiivety across our curious foreheads and cheeks
guiding us into delusions we once had of growing up
and now we are here and it's almost raining
this riverside port with so many warehouses
each one empty and celebrated as if full
traffic anxious and abrupt speeding as gates lift
and portmen wave them through
from one boat to land expecting drizzle
the heart wet wth the hopeful flow of blood
We promised ourselves that upon the completion of this life
we would have expanded love and every magnificient gesture of it
don't let the weather stop you from traveling
Don't let customs stop you from getting aboard
those soggy tickets in hand love a dream
mist coming in heavily concealing the tides out there
beyond the warm river
You all dream about ports and trips
the absudity of feeling unique
somewhere far from your nest
oh the wonder of such a dry place
protected from the weirdness of the unknown
cozy and furry like the bold blue stratus
that longs for night as you do for distance
yet equally longing for the prosiac familiarity
As junkie in a cell
baby far from breast
stomach from feast
child from embrace
and youll be pondering like a predictable machine
how the trip will go
as you disappear into the thickness
leaving your handprint in the moisture on the window
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