Morning Has Come

I force myself to have that Dream where we fell when Morning came I knew that Sandman lover wasn’t me and As I lay there in my bed not Moving almost dead still Bleeding fighting to reinvent My humanity praying that If I become this man the One from my dreams you’ll Finally love me the secrets From your past the future Ones you’ll trust only to The voices in my head tell Me that there’s something Special about you now I’m Tempted to write conventional Love poems flowers and chocolate Type kisses my pillows left Wishing pretending that you’re Supposed to be here so they kick Me off your side of the bed resembles An ice tray my blanket an Arctic Mist cold infinitely real loneliness Consumes every night even my days Begin at dusk when rose petals Retreat inner sanctum protecting Your pollen caught on the winds Of change blow in the wrong Direction like your uniqueness is Lost if you let me in unable to Trust replay this song in the Back your mind claiming to know All my words but it’s different new and Morning has come…