Stain Of Dreams

Keyed up on an old couch in the front yard, lying beside you and your golden smile; We followed the stars and gave in awhile, rational thought irrevocably jarred; All the party favors left now are charred; Trying to let go that’s when you beguile, internally I beg turn down the dial; You are a magnet and I’m drawn too hard; Started to get good with cuddles I think, being near you is like attending Mass; Until I’m stirred by the sound of the train, awoke with a start and fluttered a blink; Sacred salt lies upon an empty glass like a fleeting dream that will always stain.