You are tired
Of not loving me
for me or for yourself
or for the both of us
or for the blood that incites you
to love me;
And so am I.
Join me, if so
In a journey far and far away
To where only you and I
In your play
Your favorite toys proved broken
and are just a little tired right now;
fatigued of objects that break, and
So am I.
Yet I fly on a star in your dream tonight,
to your despairing heart
shinning – if you will
and I can light the path to where nobody knows of
and if you like,
to the perfect places of Sleep and Dream.