Dream work

Words float to the surface 
from sunken ships 
they form like babies 
on baby's lips 
they flutter like wings 
of a butterfly chip 
that will beat a thousand years 
i walk this madness into the Sun 
i burn the sadness 
now it is done 
i hope to find you 
while on the run 
lover who sheds no tears 
strands collected 
time to start 
pump the blood that plays the part 
of what was once a raging heart 
now craves for what was lost 
 
Replicant rises to face the day 
memories surface 
then drift away 
perhaps returning 
next time he lay 
beneath the constant Moon