I see you shadow dancing in my spirit
when the Brooklyn moon is shining dark streets
brought to life by the sparkling star shine
where night carpet rides way up high
on which dreamers dance until morning time
the missing puzzle pieces of their slice of life
I slumbered as gently as untampered snow on a car top
Same old melody that continues to bop
I can face the truth; my life as naked as a politician
Skinny in the Sea of Galilee dipping
No secrets; as loud as whispered ballads climaxed in the
frame
You remain in the tight crevices of my drum beat pattern
playing
Dreamers cite the melodies of song, lyrically posing on
tracks
Carry on their daily life snoring ringtones of possibilities
in stacks
I was caught off guard on the eight in target when you
gravitated to me
I’m in the Dead Sea deep down under unable to hide the blush
on my cheeks
Just sit back and meditate is what he said when the breath
of love was last
Walking on clouds into the miracles of heaven interrupted by the sound of brass
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