By The Way

if may I not or if may I have a talk with you at a future date, it's too-too difficult to know the universe isn't authorized to make noise about our true feelings of this very present the dialect of memories can't be translated at the absolute value of our diurnal opinion as long I'm too sleepy to dream comparative, for inside me, it's love, while outside, it's you

fly above the clouds and you'll be sent in a dream with the story of a kiss snuggled on the stave free your mind to be caught in a forgotten realm… there, where more than once i've been yours for a song (so incognito…), — and i am still, with/without poetic ammunition or byes but with an inviting Salut shaping castles in your air