science of sleep.

seen the movie. wrote the poem based on a quote.

things will turn out the way you want them to,

only if you stop doubting how much i love you.

guess it's "i'll see you in your night-time world."

don't forget to call me "home" next time around.

 

like meteor showers, we'll dance around the stars,

and, when we're tired, sleep underneath blankets

made out of those fluffy, little, cotton-ball clouds.

don't forget- call me "home" next time around.

 

we'll drink from rivers made of cellophane,

and count the seconds until we go sane.

we'll shield our eyes from the suns of gold.

please, call me "home" next time around.

Reviews

[John Stussy]

Can't say that I've seen the movie, but this was still a good read. I enjoyed the flow, and the repeated last line of "please, call me "home" next time around." It speaks of that desire to be there for the wandering person, a welcoming gesture.