rickmitten

tonight..
i traveled through a dream..

the shadows were like ink..
the street lamps were brilliant, lonely sentinels..
the waning crescent moon was low and loud in the sky..

it was still..
i traveled, like a ghost, fast through the night..

every intersection, roundabout, stretch was empty..
the cars passing, were silent and still..
it felt as though i was driving for hundreds of kilometers,
through a gregory crewdson set..

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the star that fell the length of the sky..
i wished upon it's fall..
with all my might..
for a happy reunion..

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fly to me with haste..
dreams of simple beauty..
so that i may rest..
a head so gone..


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when i wake in the morning..
i want this song to play..
in the soundtrack of my life..

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