Dry Dreams

All these dry dreams
In the land of bent bones
Simple is kind to me
But there's a craving t in my soul
Thirsty dry dreams
Longing to lap it up
I don't know what awaits me
All I know is I've got to go
From this silence
Calling in the distance
Waking up I listen
To the song bird sing
I am streaming
But the outlets are dammed up
I don't know what awaits me
All I know is here I've become
A heap of dry dreams
In the land of bent bones
Simple is killing me
There's a craving in my soul
With thirsty dry dreams
Longing to lap it up
I don't know what awaits me
All I know is I've got to go
I've spent years in this resistance
Hiding far from your rejection
Dodging claims and criticism
I have tried and I have failed
Still the voice inside reminding
There is more that is in store
Art is quenching, I am drinking
Lips are thirsty for some more
Nectar for dry dreams
Healing for bent bones
Simple is not me
There is music in my soul
With thirsty dry dreams
Longing to lap it up
I don't know what awaits me
All I know is I've got to go

shawna ray, today 2/7/12
www.shawnaray.com