Desdemona

Seems like time is running backwards Holding on to these haphazard Dreams that come around so rare Desdemona are you lonely? I wouldn't ask it's only I find I'm running out of air Seems like time is busy elsewhere Mending someone else's threadbare Heart, left out in the snow Desdemona, do you remember Barcelona? Forever My mind looks for you back there Pale moon in your eyes Spanish starlight in your hair Soft, upon your lips, my name Did it ever touch your lips again? Dessie, I was 21 then Measured time in sixteenth rhythm Half of you went missing in the blur But time refunds the missing pieces I can see the deeper spaces Now, I danced around before Memory rewinds so slow The moment that you go Again, is looping like a crime Both our lives, trapped in amber Nothing changes, still I wonder How it is I'm running out of time? Pale moon in your eyes Spanish starlight in your hair Soft, upon your lips, my name. Did it ever touch your lips again? Seems the wine is almost empty Swallowed up like the twenty Years that seeped beneath my floor Do you ever search the pages? Eight billion aging faces Only one is yours I see you now like we're under water Diving after dreams I thought were Sunk too deep to ever rise back here Desdemona are you lonely? If I've never asked, it's only Because I'm running out of air