cyclical chase

i stop on street corners

watching the colors of the sky

crash like waves against each other

watch the moon devour the sun

devour the moon again,

when the time comes

over and over again

if this is the clock then

i'm the cuckoo

running water through my head

just thoughts to wash out the old ones

we're made of time.

until we aren't.

isn't it all silly when

the sky can devour itself,

when it can do the very same to us

i want to hold you

i want to hold you as the waves crash

i need you here

i need you here when the clock strikes again

seems like i miss her

seems like i miss you

seems like i'm alone again

this is a melting sky

running through futures

and i watch you in them,

i want you in them

i'm chasing something

same as the moon chases the sun