A Better Man

I dreamed that my soul might touch
Soft dust of the moon
As I pulled back my hand
Oh, such a man, with fistful of stars
Laden with millennia of tears
To quench my thirsty fears
Having never learned to give
And only to live
Through fantasies, heavenly bodies brimming
In time wasted swimming
In the nectar of a young woman's lips
Touching her breast, singing of her hips
While love died at home
If only I'd known
That dreams were insignificant
Beside your heart sufficient
And that the stars were already there
In your loving hand

Yes, you deserved a better man


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