Shall I call you,
January Friend?
Funny we should meet,
In pure imagination.
Your embrace is but a memory,
Wrapped in smooth opium silk.
It caresses me softly,
The image of yesterday's tomorrow.
Forever you will be,
January Friend.
With halo slipping,
Dancing with the dark.
A liquid waltz,
Around deceptive pillow talk.
Little lies,
To inspire a respite of dreamless sleep.
Here we'll be,
January Friend.
Alone in the stars,
Separate and together.
A perfect yin and yang,
Proud in its equilibrium.
From infinite possibility,
I'll heal without you.
