return to my poetry's home.

i've been wanting to do a proper love song for ages; not having much material to work with, i keep putting it off. i'm not very happy with the state of this one - i think it should have more in it, but i can't see what at the moment... there'll probably be another song/poem in a similar vein once i work it out.

in my dreams

oh, i talk about her in my dreams...
i'm watching her everyday
oh, a-wondering what i could say.

she's a dream,
what can i say?
i like her in every way.

oh should i say?
should i scream it out loud?
i just try to hide in that crowd.

the very thoughts are an embrassment:
i think i've gone mad,
but maybe that's not so bad.

i thought it might be just physical:
maybe it's in her giggle,
or it could be the way her hips wiggle.

oh, but it can't be that:
i haven't even begun to be bored,
a month, oh it must be a record.

yeah, i could say she was sweet,
i could even call her 'bright',
oh, but that'd only ever be 'right'.

i suppose this could be real,
but that seems too absurd..
a heart and mind mighty blurred.

gladdened by happy distraction,
i sit here a-watching and a-smiling..
this inertia sure is beguiling.

yes, i hide myself here inside.
can noone guess what i'm thinking?
can noone see why i'm singing?

is she good enough, could it be?
a million doubts one by one are crumbling,
and still all these words are a-stumbling.

oh, i talk about her in my dreams...
i'm watching her everyday,
just a-wondering what i should say.

© 09/oct/2002 the auroran sunset