6.30 dream

it was a pale sun

and a lazy afternoon

the day i leant my head

where a crystal voice begins

i felt your cold breath

in my hair

and your hand on my shoulder

i thought of you as a weird child

with a lonely soul

your parents were dead

your brother was crazy

you showed me the blocks on your street

and the church you were praying

we could have gone to your place

if i hadn't waken up so sudden

i realized my troubled mind

was wandering to people

i never really got to meet.