got lost in your confusion
you misspelled my name last time
you wrote me
can't hear you anymore
behind these stained glass windows
you look like a painting from the past
of Dali so misconfigured and
almost delayed, deranged.

you stand so still expecting
me to read you
from behind this mirror
where you can't see me
but i see you
but you know i am here
with my lighted candles
and i want to come down and take you
far away but i am i was too high
on clouds to reach you.

so you walked away
and still i see your shadows walking
me making
in my head that you're coming
towards me
but really you're already gone
and i want you even more
now that i'm sleeping.