Soft Blue Army

I'm in love with something that I

cannot touch.

He is alive and breathing a thousand miles away from my eyes.

I can hear him breathing his soft blue army of words to me

I can feel how real the morning can be

When i wake up alone and dry

in a forest of fog and sand and miserable distance.

This longing has held me for 20 days

in a hard light, oh, hard life

Shake and shift through these safe fucking streets

I have a scar from crying out under my eye

I could kill this hell with all the weight of the Great Heathen Army

I will leave all this behind for something real

that I cannot touch.