angel of tonite

Oh..oh she sounds like the sidewalks are empty
the swing of her steps and
the ice of the fingers of trees
as she sweeps off the moondust of all of my faces,
her tears leave the traces
of the maps
I’ve been searching
all my life
salty sweetness
swims beneath us
with a promise of a morning
that will never come to pass
on your eyelids
heavy eyelids
I would kiss you
if you’ll promise
to stop dancing oh so fast...

oh oh she moves like the wanderings
in the deep heavy evenings
and the heavings of a pain
I have yet to absolve,
tiny children, they are beating softly
in her heartbeat thats empty

give me fingers
give me moments
give me wild dizzy breezes
give me backseats of wonder
give me steps of imperfection
soft footsteps and insouls
and eyelashes to sweeten

oh oh she cries like the meadows
to the patches of skies

and she cries
when im with her..
and she cries when im distant
and I cant find the spigot
and I cant turn them off..

oh oh she breathes like the heavens
soft im rythem like the oceans
and her baby voice stretches
deep
into my firery notions..

Oh oh she is swinging on the potions
of a wild poet lover
that has yet to discover what i now know is true..
when I
realise now
for certain
that it is you
that is
the poem...
so i ask you sweet lover
what this poet left to do?