I Shall Write To You In My Sleep
I Shall Write To You In My Sleep
I shall write to you in my sleep
while others sleep, I shall sing to you
read to you from a wrinkled parchment
fading behind my tired eyes
It is unusual that you lie alone
while letters fall from an open sky
a man driving home, a countryside
the limits of a city where futures hide
There is the church, I will leave you there
remove your hat, your coat, your shoes
take off your clothes to hold a thought
your secrets held beneath the cotton
This event of strings, eventually
this giveaway, a silent chord
if I awaken not on the 'morrow's morn
yet tonight I roam the unmeasured mile
I shall write to you in my sleep
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