sleepwalkers

we danced for the moon
the bed didn't know
we were naked

we won't tell anyone
our visions
or versions of sadness
they would be 
dramatic and sound 
too sad
and that blue violin's
already broken

forget about the keys
we left in the windows
and metal beds that fell
because no one loved
in them

too busy at the word machine
the piano was calling
saying that California 
has eyes of loneliness

but we are not lost
just sleepwalkers
in a daydream of a 
daydreamer

seems
nothing can wake us