THIS HAUNTED HEART

 

 

There are dreams that do not die

There are needs that cloud my ease

Such dreams that keep me pressed, lest they fade upon this quest

But they don't, they gain, they tremble in my chest

They claim me, they name me

These dreams are rightly needs

And they'll never let me rest

 

There are things that call to be

That might cease to leave my breath

But if they fail to do

They'll haunt me and they'll chase me and they'll hound my heart til death

And they'll never let me rest

 

This rush that bleeds in me, finds its present day divide

One wish, one greed ― one seed that keeps my rush alive

Like water, like air, I need this to survive

Relics, canals, mice and bells and snow within the tide

Like water

It's here

A dream that has arrived