Windows - The Fugitives

the windows that I wait behind are thickening

I see her light grown softer through the glaze

leaning down to kiss me with a tired mouth

another quiet day

in these dreams

my tongue is speaking

and in my feet

our wedding dances

and through my eyes it’s still the same

my fingers lean to speak in clumsy messages

her patient eyes, silent as she reads

I bang around my head, this hall of photographs

windows in between

in these dreams

my tongue is speaking

and in my feet

our wedding dances

and through my eyes it’s still the same

they carry me

these hands that cool my fever

and bring me sleep

the world alive in dance behind a pane of glass

I close my eyes and pray for it to break

in these dreams

my tongue is speaking

and in my feet

our wedding dances

and through my eyes it’s still the same