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