Tonight I Write

Tonight, I write to you from a soft place

Under a new ceiling

Already filled with stars 

Where the bad dreams are only space 

A way far out kind of space where I can't mind my age

Where the kings and queens all fill with rage

As we just grow, and grow, into many fates, all made up of our many days 

In such a haze, I just float along in that awful, glorious space

Tonight, I write to you with my fingers tracing my memory of the lines on your hands

The hands that slip away from mine all too soon

But never for long 

But always often

I write with the sun in my pocket and a shower still on my hair

Of a passionate affair I had with the night we last shared

I twirl my words up in thin spare time

And spoil in the ways of my lonely eyes

Taking care 

To reminisce when I am understudy

As the splits of time work laughingly

In all of the places that together we’ve slept

I’ve never once dreamt

And it's been nearly ten years

Since I heard that dreams are the tired body's waiting work 

A cavity for anxiety that the mind must send its loudest troops out to search

And that's when I learned of a home

And I’ve found a stone to rest my tired soul

Unspooling all those wishes like a madman with the fortune he folds

Tonight I write 

To you 

Of a minor change in my routine

That reminded me of something that you’ve never said to me

Fear will fill your beard

I dont grow one

But I see one in our mirror

And I hear you say it to me when we stare off into the space we share

I watch patiently as your lips flare

Everything we have is unspoken in the way that history is mare

I scribble some over my hardtimes

And you ask me why

Well, I suppose all that I can say 

Is that I write

And so tonight

I write to you 

Of something that I’ll always do

To say 

That I love you