Lover of Words

Eight

8.20.20

Got these weird dreams

Where I am facing a river

And you're on the other side

As the water rages

You tell me to come to you

But there's no boat

Nor bridge

Funny that I wanted to risk

though I never met you

Funny that your voice

sounds like coming home

Should I drown myself now?

Would you lend your hand?

Would you jump in to save me?

These dreams,

where's there's you and me

Do you dream of them too?