POSTCARDS

Envelope, at the door Comes from an angel far offshore Sealed by the lips of a distant princess Edges dipped in lavender incense Pictured hills, with bays of ships Her figure still with wine-glass hips She toasts to something I don't know I find my answers in her note Three more flights and I'll be there Looking through a different lens Moments that we get to share Just close my eyes and count to ten It's good to have some time apart Instead it only breaks my heart See you smile from afar See you only through postcards The minute hand moves in hours I'm pacing up and down the house And my head starts to spiral Into viral madness I'm such a mess So get dressed for the nine to five Break my back and out on site Still no word, I wonder Where in the world she could be You could be back to me It's good to have some time apart Instead it only breaks my heart See you smile from afar See you only through postcards You say that I can work on myself Instead I bottle up on the shelf See you smile from afar See you only through postcards