BOHEMIA

thomas

Inspired by a dream;
A catalyst to creativity.
Dreamscapes seep slowly into reality;
The truth and the untold find themselves entangled.
If I died right now I'd leave this earth happily;
Love truly is all kinds of random.
Isn't the human heart such a magical thing?
When you're smiling you can hear it sing.
Isn't the human heart such a dangerous thing?
When you're broken you can feel it breaking.

And that's all because of you, Thomas.
A man in my head; a man of unmade, unbroken promise.
You keep my path on an even keel;
When I'm dozing off; you take the wheel.
What kind of person puts everyone else before themselves?
A saint, that's who, and I am under your spell.
You're a friend like no other, Thomas;
You're far too open hearted to ever become heartless.

I heard your ghostly coos in the walls of my dreams last night;
You recur like an omen; this was the second time.
I always thought this brain between my ears was entirely mine;
But, how can it be when you reason your way into my rhyme?
And I don't think I could ever really understand your pull;
It's like a push in rewind; you don't follow the rules.
Something kind of marvellous lives in you;
A legend; a myth; a fire-side tale dusted true.

Rustic leaves decorate September like icing on a cake;
I never knew empathy until this very day.
Whispers, moans and tales of what's good;
You always did know the right thing to do.
Eyelids blanket my eyes like snow in December;
Butterflies, in my stomach, I can feel them flutter.
I can see you, Thomas, in the back of my mind;
A subconscious storyteller; the greatest of all time.