May I take a sweet sojurn in the curve of your arm,
staring into your eyes?
I would like to waste the hours away taking in the scent of your hair,
falling over the pillow,
next to me.
I dream of you,
walking towards me,
your lips parting to whisper that I need not wait any longer,
showing me all the next steps and byways,
for this kind of bliss.
My visage of another day,
I just go through the motions,
No one really seems to notice,
I think they could efface all that I am,
re-create my spot,
Or maybe that is just my wish,
what I could do.
And in this,
my sorry try at poetry,
my declaration of confusion,
can you read between the blurry lines?
Find what I really mean to say?
This is newborn,
But, so many things could crash between the ways,
and the means.
Sometimes I think I want to just keep it as is,
turn on the transistor and dance.
I know you are rare,
though I do not believe in the “existence of angels“,
as the song suggests (though, yes, I believe in love).
I know you are not as far as you seem,
and that this could be all I choose to breathe,
Into My Arms :: Nick Cave