At night I dream of you,
in the day you dream of me
it was our biggest curse
that sun and moon, they never meet
You’re in your own world
and my name is made of stars
miles away another language
feels like verbalising scars
Your words are written right to left
and mine from left to right,
if we can’t move in the same direction
how could we not lose sight?
Your desert is my mountain
and your halva is my milk,
my wool scratches the surface
of your soul hidden in silk
You fought for your country
long after I left mine,
we are both soldiers of love
losing battles of our time
Now you’re leaving and I’m staying
but both were never really here,
we just made love mentally
to redefine what’s far and near
So at night I dream of you,
in the day you dream of me
it was our biggest curse
that sun and moon, they never meet.
