Stars – Heart
from Heart (2003) /dream/
time can take it’s toll on the best of us
look at you, you’re growing old so young
traffic lights blink at you in the evening
you tilt your head and turn it to the sun
sometimes the tv is like a lover
singing softly as you fall asleep
you wake up in the morning and it’s still there
adding up the things you’ll never be
The world has let its grip on me slip. Something to do with naps in the early evening, love, lunch in the dead of night, dreams, empty houses, missed medication, careful bracing for disappointment, a strangely heavy calm, nostalgia and lethargy. I crave the soft yellow-orange that melts out and holds a room in its warm hands. That kind of light fluorescents will never understand.
It feels like winter. Bitter winds, cold snow fluttering down, becoming warm water in your palm. Your palm, in the warm room, against the cold glass. Watching the snowflakes dance. A warm blanket and a cup of hot something. A safe refuge that somehow wards away the dangers of passing time. That kind of winter; the good kind, not the other kind.