The streets are filled with evening mist
a smoke of lips that don't exist
the meant to be I've never kissed
an empty dream, for me at least

as the breezes lull to bed
to pianos from my head
and the treetops sing your name
I know I'll never be the same

the longest hour of your sleep
is what mornings let me keep
when I walk this urban mare
close my eyes and chase your hair

when you wake and stretch your wings
are you touched by doubt that clings
a thought that injures more or less
your silhouette of happiness

the sky can fall, the air can burn
the gods can die, the poles can turn
but I'll uphold my longing vow
so may the dawning judge me now.

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