Endless, Pt. 1

through my window

i knows

about the wind

when it blows

about the lights

from the road

and their every nightly glow

guessin oh, how they'd explode

if she should decide to show

up among this empty-handedness

endless...

take my feet

to the bar

where i know

you at not are

take my coins

place them there

make that sound

i love to hear

cause i have been long against this night

i've been a mess my whole life

i don't care what happens next

endless,

still the dawn

fills with needs

and my tongue fills with fleas

and your ghost

fills my sight

and the gathering light:

is laying soft around your feet,

as you turn

to ask of me,

"is it long, my love, until we rest?"

"endless."