little bits of this and that

as if in a dream
I lost count of the days
one golden moment
became my world

as if in a dream

I lost count of the days

one golden moment

became my world

when I slept
I dreamed of him
I touched his
cheek
and lost myself

when I slept

I dreamed of him

I touched his

cheek

and lost myself

I was stubborn
I should have gone
she said through her tears
I should have gone
forever

I was stubborn

I should have gone

she said through her tears

I should have gone

forever

she was weeping
brokenhearted
bitter out of guilt
and
impatient for the dawn

she was weeping

brokenhearted

bitter out of guilt

and

impatient for the dawn

my dearest love
my wounded spirit
save me

my dearest love

my wounded spirit

save me

he woke in the darkness
scared that he was lost
with no stories to tell
of love, the songs of birds,
and softly colored worlds

he woke in the darkness

scared that he was lost

with no stories to tell

of love, the songs of birds,

and softly colored worlds

dreams encroached
upon the waking world
the richness of a vanished world
let’s start over

dreams encroached

upon the waking world

the richness of a vanished world

let’s start over

to love
to distraction
as she once dreamed
without regret

to love

to distraction

as she once dreamed

without regret

caught
in a 
hypnotic spell
reminiscent
of a 
secret dream

caught

in a 

hypnotic spell

reminiscent

of a 

secret dream

in a moment of distraction
she had disappeared
as suddenly as she’d appeared

in a moment of distraction

she had disappeared

as suddenly as she’d appeared

she
guarded this fragile dream
into the beginnings of
spring
but she was
doomed from the first

she

guarded this fragile dream

into the beginnings of

spring

but she was

doomed from the first

blindsided by infatuation
their romance sped through winter
then, as the oleanders began to bloom
so too
the painful truths

blindsided by infatuation

their romance sped through winter

then, as the oleanders began to bloom

so too

the painful truths

I felt like I would
forget
that maybe
he was no saint

I felt like I would

forget

that maybe

he was no saint

indulge in
romantic nostalgia
sweet girl
but remember to
believe in consequences

indulge in

romantic nostalgia

sweet girl

but remember to

believe in consequences

she had begged and begged
the boy he had been
before the feeling
disappeared

she had begged and begged

the boy he had been

before the feeling

disappeared