old

to have a lullaby sung to you in a night lit room

or to sing a lullaby in a night lit room

to re live that same moment from the other

side of the glass of time

thats what this desire is,


to step from hardwood flooring to

plush throw rugs in long hallways

the whole town hushed in it’s

hushing of itself

that’s what this desire is


the silence of living inside a dream

at night

warm bodies breathing all over

the house



the night a blanket of

memories

not a wall of sound

and aches



to reform this body into

a machine of love and creation

that does not studder at the worlds questions

but is only silent, and smiling.

thats what this desire is.