A Hazy Dream of April

You are a hazy, melancholic dream

On a long, hot Spring day

You are the buzz of neighbors in the distance

Milling through the slow heat of this town

The trailing storm before the sunshine

You smell of dusty yellow and light red

You make me feel alive, but in a slow motion picture haze

Sleeping through each and every day

I feel nothing but a restless blue

As so does the night

When not in company of its moon

Slowly coming to nothing at all, am I

When I am with you

Discontentment is but a dream

My nightmare

Became my reality

Save me from hazy, Spring fever dreams