My Lady in the West

i can dream that you\'ll come to me at night, like wind through my window.
a shadow, and you\'ll bend over me in my dreams, and whisper into my ear.

you\'ll creep inside, and hide.
in my ear.

i\'ll wake up, look around, but i\'ll miss you.
inside my head.

when i\'m awake, and looking at people, their faces will turn into yours.
i can\'t stop, you\'re driving me mad. all i see reminds me of you.

but you comfort me.
like the gentleness of the sunset to the west.

with golds, and greys, and reds, and infinite relax.
rest; resting under the late winter night. it stretches before me, and you are stretched over me.

we lie in each other dreams, and we kiss, like the is no tomoorow and no yesterday.
but every first light of day, you are no longer beside me. you\'re traces i find: the scent of you hair on the pillow, the sheets that tangle in your slumber.

the drips in the sink when you got up to wash your face.
footsteps of a stranger that i fantasize is you returning to me.

i\'ll see a lady on the sidewalk, i\'ll want her to be you. i\'ll be eating and the food tstes like you\'ve made it for me.
in the evening i look to the west. the west. always the west reminds me of you. i aticipate the sunset in the west.

the bell call: seven o\'clock; i give into the pale hues and firey violence as the sun makes her last dance
with the ring in my ears of that beel, i lie in my bed. but i can\'t seem to dream. all that i think is of you.
you haunt me. you are my ghost. my lady in the west.