I stare out my window, expecting to see something in the apparent darkness,
The ceiling fan above my head whirrs like a vortex
Might I jump in and find myself there
Where you are, my time traveler.
I lift the veil and pass through.
The rusty orange of the curtains cloud my head
A sudden need, burning to converse with the one
I call my time traveler, my time traveler.
Who commands the darkness and watches the dawn?
But he, the one who is worn and weary.
Might he come here for a while, he could rest by the lake
As we lie blanketed in stars, in celestial sleep
But tonight he has traveled too far, time evades.
He's weak, I'm fading, mist on the waves
Lapping at the shores of this pending dream.
