Selah

In the mornings when I bid bye

To those dreamed-of loving arms and quiet shores

And allow-in alarm clock

And traffic

I glaze my heart and glaze my eye

And ready myself up and out the door

To inventory and shelf stock

The realistic.

I dream to sit with you

To laugh, to wonder, to kiss

I have always believed in this dream I have

But not that it would last like this

And then this

But not that it would last like this.

Written by my dear friend James Stedman (RIP)