our hearts aren't meant to be like crosswords
I dreamed of you, but I was not there
oaths are made, my soul is scattered
to be true, I seek your benediction

does it seem so long ago
when I last knew
secrets I could tell you
kissing prophets, cheating dice
bleeding in ivory towers
with no one to hear

mesmerized by the things you say
are simple hopes the ones that ring most true
inside us all, such longing contradictions
to be true, I know all lullabies are fictions