Beneath the Realms of Sleep

Dear friend
If I can evade the sun
Then you can create the rain
I promise my motive is not pain
Just shelter to bar me in
Until I can conclude on how to begin

I want to feel the hand
Of your gentle city

Soon we will trace the window
And feign our death against the frame
Surrounded by hollow chants of Christmas

Always we walk alone
Stamping snow for no reason why
Panning for abstract gems of personality
Fetching memory for where to go

I know, the feeling for water in October
Hitting sticks against the trees
I'm used to a shadow
But time and death are the same in a day
Mangled up with waiting
Walking astray
Dreaming in piano

I feel forever awake
And how could I remember now
The infinite bedrooms
Of that slow winter dream?
How could you lead me back
Into such queer memories
With no hands to bury my head in,
Grieving characters that no one else knows?

Beneath the realms of sleep
Inhabiting a dead forest
Waiting for eyes to shut
Continuing as if you cannot return

Beneath the realms of sleep
Beneath the last pillows of sunlight
I need only your ghost to guide me...