pondělí 24. ledna 2011

Invited

I try so hard not to let you enter
my deepest dreams
but what are my dreams worth
if I can't tell you
over a morning cup of coffee
over a night spent lying next your
beautiful body
over a faint kiss in the park
what are my dreams worth
when you can't remind me
in all that chaos of my heart...

I'm starting to dream you again
You're somewhere out there
in winter
in the garden
under the balcony
in my backyard
Tonight I won't let you go
back into the orange circle of the sun
Tonight I'm undone
and you're in-
vited.