Another Dream

Death Valley sage
 In the flu of the summer
 I can feel this way at night
 There's a green in the blue
 Why claim control like gods?
 In the sweet melody I can see your face
 And the wool has taken over
 Around the flower tall on the side of the hill
 In the salt
 You relive no water pouring
 Like anywhere we used to go
 On these days so solitary
 Always with a bowl of fever
 You could maybe take a moment
 In the second person the big woe
 When we see our faces again ago
 Phasing out the photo like we're so surprised
 Here is the great symphony of tenses
 All I've got is what I'd slowly got
 When they pressed a nerve
 At sunset telling love
 Why does summer just unroll
 Patiently on the see-saw?
 Memory myths are all
 So good
 And fortified
 In the sweet melody I can see your face