Mice

I wanna swim in your luminous lake
the weightless pools make me ache
for the time when the sun on my skin was all that mattered
and the place in my heart where no-one had been


in the corners, in the cracks- I rub my eyes
hoping to see the air dance and
hoping to feel the rise
dusty grey messengers scamper across the floor
but not for me


the light is fleeting
the details soon escape me
see them run, see them run
and every time I'm left feeling a fool
like i missed the ultimate truth while thinking your dimples look cool


in the corners, in the cracks- I rub my eyes
hoping to see the air dance and
hoping to feel the rise
dusty grey messengers scamper across the floor
but not for me