Middaydream
Just tell me how I got this far
Just tell me why you're here and who you are
-Michelle Branch, Everywhere
Beset by all kinds of thoughts or so while I try
To picture you. Thus, something not sacramental
Instead, a ritual: eyes closed, (for good measure)
So as to assemble you and you alone
Who comes out of my mind's shadow barely a minute old:
Far and whose form a blur
Weightless like air next to the noonday sun
(Or perchance a bit of both) Of which I'm certain.
What if I fall asleep
Atop your facelessness forever and of such is not enough?Worse,
If there exists, I might dream
Nothing,
No thing.
Author's Inspiration:
Everywhere
Sung by Michelle Branch
Copyright © Cayetano Young | Year Posted 2008
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