He almost asked me out I know
But the law got in the way
I gave him my sky, I preyed him, go
Tell what the stars have to say
Each night I’ve dreams I wish to share
But time’s gotten in the way
It’s midnight, and no one wants to care
A woman’s prophesied play
I’m watching out for his soft heart
But my ache, it wants its way
It’s likely I’ll only know such art
From afar, my eyes kept at bay
Or are there cobwebs inside
Is the dream still alive
To let me see inside
To beg the moon
To the window pane
To plaster my aching face
To run then walk up
From here to there
To speed thru urban then country veins
I am consumed with the want
Now cracked by Creeping Charlie
Atop a concrete vast
Always remained empty
A shiny brick and glass box
An oasis to soothe the desert
The middle of rural elsewhere
When I’d hope for
I witnessed years ago
The barn-raining of sorts
Racing back to my mind’s insomniac eye
It is the middle of midnite
Here in the diamond city
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