Dreams of Transylvania

I can fall in love with a country
with big eyes and lush trees
windy roads and scary driving

I miss everything
each night this past week
I've dreamt of Transylvania

the road to Sinai we danced
tongues swelling truths
catching our words

walking the pathway we sang
as strange foreign visitors
charged the castle walls

my armor was invisible
so I didn't know
I couldn't be touched

heaven broke open
when I lost myself
by the king's bedroom

the rain soaked through
my clothes unfettered
by seeking hands

and so clearly a dream
I see myself a representation
yet also far too real

my whole life
is this kiss
that never happens


when I am here I am
thousands of miles away

but this irony I know
distance is the only way
for me to touch you

may these trembling hands
be my fear of returning
that make feelings stronger


this desert with snow
and strikingly clear nights
with glowing moon halos

suits me just fine
illuminated hands

the distance

entreats me--

where to go