Another spoken word poem. This one is a fantasized look at love. |
She sang to me through static filled AM frequencies on the radio As if to meet me in the airwaves and love me there She promises the static songs will create a bedroom she can love me in And I find myself whispering to her collarbone That eternity can’t capture us together and time only exist outside of this room So we should enjoy this void in space and stay here as long as fate will allow us to Her hands imprison mine in their grip And I hear her pulse promising through her wrist That it will pump for me from now on And make sense of the static that covers the lyrics I discover that I have been humming to her voice And somehow we discover harmony in the satellites Through static voices and the buzzing in my ribcage So I decide to make my home in the sky And swear to wait for her until I die I’ve written my vows in the stars Creating a constellation of her that will live forever outside of time and eternity Her astronomic picture will shine and she sends her vows through the airwaves Promising to meet me in the sky But the static begins to drown her voice in a sea of frequencies Lost somewhere in the airwaves And I realize that eternity has caught me waiting Waiting in star filled skies for a static love bound to earth So I live in the airwaves now hoping to pick up on her frequency And hear her sing to me again This time I promise not to lose her in the white noise That fills the universe But her frequency slips between my fingers And her pulse cries that she belongs to reflections of satellites So I’m left with my radio on Searching through the static |