I want to call the dead back to life.
In the hugeness of data…somewhere they must be found,
And attract all of those souls by changing energy
Reassembling them in my dreams…in my dreams.
I want to shake the living that wear-out their shrouds
Years before they’re needed; who walk so sadly through the night
More dead than alive. When I watch them, I know love kills as well as revives.
I will put them back together, in my dreams…in my dreams.
I don’t have time for those lectures and really neither do they.
Time, when you are waiting, makes a minute seem a day.
What power do we have to change the currents anyway?
It’s all death, those still walking and those who’ve been laid away.
I wish that hope came in green bottles, and you would drink with me
We could promenade the midnights until you believed;
That around a corner, instead of tears, or a tomb, was your better destiny
and I would be the witness that love found you, in my dreams…in my dreams.
The dead can walk and talk and haunt, we all know some who do.
They come to leave us messages and pound to get in before the sun is up.
We cry for them and with them, and drink their hopeless cup,
But when I open up the door, I see them smiling, in my dreams…in my dreams.
January 28th 2014
New Toulouse, SL