Dream in starlit hammocks
Stillness with a breeze
Fade into a sunset
You are the words and they are these –
I’d rather be writing with you right here next to me.
Writing roads that will connect us.
Riding waves that once would wreck us.
Fading weekend, weekdays beckon.
Followed moonlight until lessons.
Might be that these roads never wind together,
that hammocks will always swing in sync.
Drive on moonlit highways
Quiet with a beat
Volume follows sunrise
You are the lines and they are these –
I’d rather be riding with you right here
next to me.