My dream that never came
Was always us in tall grass,
Finding self and each other
By the river,
Under stars, “cowboy take me away”
And making everything alright,
For you, for me,
And one last kiss
that is never enough,
I’m intoxicated still by orange-blossom memory,
What is now a web-like fantasy,
Where I can’t tell where you end and I begin,
Or what was real or what I just
Imagined,
But where it left off,
That in my mind I fill in:
We go out walking,
After midnight
And catch falling stars
And find each other’s ends,
In the tall grass