d r e a m

the moon lives in the lining of your skin.  

– Pablo Neruda

this face keeps me happy.
its a long slow music kind of day.

paper window dreams
-jeff pianki

last night i could not sleep
i thought about what you said to me
how memories are hollow seeds
planting paper window dreams

and now i know just what that means
most things don't last and love can leave
and if we hold on to these memories
of broken bonds that could not be

framed in paper window dreams

i remember christmas eve
when i got sick and could not breathe
frosted windows and chattered teeth
a helpless heart stuck on a sleeve

framed in paper window dreams

everyone i've ever met
has felt something i haven't yet
a cause, a cure, a deep regret
a face, a fear they can't forget

so now i know just what that means
most things don't last and love can leave
and if we hold on to these memories
of broken hands that could not be

framed in paper window dream