Sleep Walkers
I wake up thinking
A ceiling-fan sang the rain
An ocean for drinking
Then nothing would leave a stain
But facts remain and
Memory shards slice my sighs
I can't see through sand
Dream footprints dusted my eyes.
A ceiling-fan sang the rain
An ocean for drinking
Then nothing would leave a stain
But facts remain and
Memory shards slice my sighs
I can't see through sand
Dream footprints dusted my eyes.