when you are thrown from

the frying pan into the fire

there is a moment

where you are simply

in the air

I dreamt about you for the first time

last night

oh love

but you slipped away

when I woke up

won't you tell me what I dreamt?

oh love?

tell me - was it your eyes?

or your smile?

or some way you know

how to touch me

that I don't yet know?

oh love

I will let you slip away

every waking

if it means

I get to hear you

tell my dreams unto me

wide-eyed in morning light

I will believe every word

oh love