a warm wind wraps around my heart,
rippling river, twinkling stars, chalk art,
a hollow wooden body, tuned metal strings,
his voice wends its way through the night as he sings,

ain't no sun sign, and my voice meets his chorus,
from our hearts, but he sings for us,
and i take a breath, deep and slow,
and let my soul rest; for now that's all i need to know .

She stopped. She said to me,
I'm waiting for the punchline.
For the rubber band to snap.
For that moment of awakening,
When love runs out and reality kicks back in.

I keep expecting to wake up,
The dream to be over, the paper cup to crumble.
When I find him with another and remember:
his heart was just on loan.
And everything about me was a lie.