Green Eyed Gemini

we're all living inside of a glass dream, But there is clarity when looking through its construction. I see outside this chamber some place unknown. I've never been there, so it doesn't feel safe. But it's somewhere that we'll all be together. I let my breath cloud the transparency, tracing my fingertips against the cold and mysterious boundary... I'm done with this empty safety. The outside calls to me, it calls to many of us. Someone out there qυ ǝm ǝʞɒW

I used to know you. But now when I reach out to touch your face in my memories, My fingertips ripple the waters of my mind and your face is covered in the waves. You're there somewhere, lost out at seas, beyond my shore. Maybe at night if I followed the stars, my dreams would lead me to you. We'd be floating together but I just can't see your face... I'd reach and tug on your shoulder, And maybe you'd turn back. And maybe the oceans would give you back to me.

I speak the language of lost souls. Its alphabet is carved into the black between each lost star in the sky. When you're the only one standing alone in a crowded room, and you're holding onto your cellphone or your car keys or your White Claw, like Life has shipwrecked you here and there aren't any lifeboats. You've only got this one floating object to confide in, so that it may keep you from drowning into the sea of the others. Sometimes I see more like me, floating along the surface, above glass reflection of the sky. I can't make my way to you but in these few moments I know we may be lost out here but there are others like us and the tides may pull us together someday towards the shore.

I knew you once. For a snapshot of a moment in our lives. The clocks watched us together. And they wonder who you are now, now that the hands can't wrap around us anymore. I watched you fall off the face of the Earth. You drifted up into the sky and out into the stars without me. When I look up there, I know one of those lights belongs to you. You've probably forgotten our time together. Time does not reach you out so far from the gravity of the space we shared. When I see a shooting star and make a wish, I hope that star whispers it in your ear. All I want this star to say to you is that I wish that you are okay.

The city lights always shine brighter from outside the city limits. Once you're among the lamplight there, it's harder to shine a beacon of your own. I sit out at the beach and look across the lake and my lighthouse cuts through the fog and the night to lead you home. At the rooftop where we used to sit and talk all night, I wish that the stars could keep me company now but the black sky is covered here with the metropolis glow. But maybe, at least, they look down at where I am from their fixture in the heavens. I'm a small light among the many but I know I'm not shining alone in the dark.

We see the same stars from a different angle, and they look back down to us and see us apart. When I look up at the sky I see the blackness between the stars and wonder why they are all spread out so far. What if we were all together? I could move the stars together and wait for you, you'd meet me in the blackness up there. The stars would look at us from every angle, and when we looked at them, we'd be together.

Where do our dreams go when we forget them? We're asleep on the beach and sinking into the sand. It covers our skin as the shore takes us somewhere distant from reality. When we wake up, we're clutching the sand as it escapes through our fingers. When it's gone, we forget where our dreams sailed us off to. We're marooned here in our reality. Going to work, buying groceries, saying goodbye. At night when we're asleep and back on that shore, Why can't we hold onto more of the sands of the places we're brought and bring them back with us when the next day comes?

Their lips move but no sound escapes them, The music falls into their mouth though, in some sort of backward way of singing. I look up and into their eyes as their silent words pierce the room like an incantation cast on all of us to forget everything else except them. Their lashes flutter and hands sift through the air, you can almost catch the light dance into their fingertips. Moments pass and time's forgotten except the few minutes we all witnessed them on stage. Then they're gone, the spotlight forgets their shapes. But i'll always remember them.