Did you know...
You blow me away.
Did you know...
You are what dreams are made from...
All the things we forgot that we loved...
They are all drenched in rain from your eyelashes...
Rain from your soul...
which I keep in silly bottles, with fancy, twirly stoppers...
Like a sailor's LADY...
leaning from her lighthouse...
may I be your lighthouse?...
May I call you
home...
I built you one, you know...
Somewhere beyond my reverent conscious...
And my voice, like moss and rust...
and roiling salted sea...
composed for you alone...
(which I imagine with a faint heart...)
A LOVERS LULLABY...
which painted you a photo...
and it looked just like love...
and she was dressed like rapture...
Wearing a gold and crimson silken sari....
and a veil over my eyes...
Because to see...
is to know you...
And to know you is to love you....
and did you know...
You blow me away....
And I....I have no lighthouse to bring me home.