Kindred

You know sleep is the hymen of our hopes
Broken at the break of dawn as the light jumps through the window and reflects
almost coming close to the light coming from you
And I didn’t want to sleep alone tonight
woke to the cold electric next to me
morning 3 volts to keep me warm
You know this isn’t a love song
it isn’t even poetry but for smoke... lungs... and that’s all
why not the bird song of happiness
and can’t you see the light invading your eyes?

So finish it, it’s almost a song
I’m just gonna think that it’s all too familiar to me
to not see the light coming from your eyes
and the sleep that seems to to be always escaping mine
so now we’ll just hear solo guitar
to keep us warm as they,
not us know about angels
but who knows?
we could see it one day
when the window doesn’t filter out too much light
and the warmth from the fire
isn’t needed cos we’ve got each other
once long ago I could see them
but you
not me
without you it isn’t here, there
or any place you can get a cup of coffee in the morning,
or cheap cask wine in the evening
I don’t know
it just keeps going
and I couldn’t tell where one stopped and the other began
beginnings are always so hard to deal...
the warmth and tears in my eyes
filtering
loving
caring
lusting
hating
look and see what you want, take it,
all away from me
you could drain me all with one glance
reducing me

as i drink another bottle in loneliness
fighting off the sounds in my head
I’d rather forget
do I always look this way?
feel so tired
screaming out of something that wouldn’t be the same if I leaped into this
the hymen of our sleepy feelings
our shattered dreams inside
and the smoke that curls
the same through my lungs as in the air
as I breathe it
it
not anything anymore
than it
it’s something I’ve not felt before