I Will Return - Warm Ghost

By a cracked window in June

Watching the street bend through the glass

Even though I would prefer you’d return

Subtle hints of you are assembling in the dark

And swimming back to me like a shark

A train rushing through a dark

Tunnel of beating hearts

Passing muscle and bone

Passing familiar faces in stone

We’re curled up in the Summer’s arms as we laugh

We can count on it to shed our pride

Or set us off to sea with its mast

I know you would prefer that I had returned

But who wants to wait for their ships to sail

While you watch them all gather rust

Attracted to hundreds of

Muffled sounds distorted

In the marrow of bone

In the ovaries of nebula foam

A train rushing through a dark

Tunnel of beating hearts

Passing muscle and bone

Passing familiar faces in stone