Lavender Clouds

We asked for it,

Driving in, staking claim,

The railroad progresses relentlessly

In Your dream its you

Bobbing on the tracks, looking out the window,

Watching the living live.

Out here the sun glances towards me

While curious flowers feel me pass by.

Lavender clouds stare while they pass overehead,

As the man on the corner tries to sell me on love.

When a dream makes me feel the same,

I watch,

Shadowing time, clinging to its skin

With teeth tearing at its fabric

Pulling me past the flowers

Dragging me in putrid mud,

All the while I stroke the barrel

Of the gun that smokes

While I sleep, keeping me alive

Waking me with its humble song

Around the summits of a dream once known.

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