Falling Stars Mistaken for Landing Airliners

I feel like I am utterly at sea
And that I might go down now with my ship
If you have any idea what to do
Some notion of what might become of me
Then I will shut up and listen to you
But until then I might very well scream

Smothered to sleep unable to waken
From nightmares of an American dream
I believe in though my faith is shaken
By post-traumatic stress of yesterday
Links in the chain of the past forged to last
Still stressful and still traumatic today
Connecting with new and holding me fast

I have to slip away before I slip
Beneath the sea of consciousness and go
Into the quiet embrace of the dark
Where no one will wake and no one will know
(I would not go quietly even so)

Though it is not often that dreams come true
It has happened to me and might again
Even when the dream seems to be taken
Even when there seems no end to the pain
(I am the tinder and you are the spark)

I hope to arise when I awaken
Sadder but wiser if worse for the wear
And tattooed with a bloody heart-shaped stain
Having learned the hard way how much I care
After this madness to find myself sane

But when I awaken will you be there?
I believe you will be as you have been
Because you have always understood how
I feel and have always known what I mean
Always and ever (never more than now)

Down here where falling stars are mistaken
For landing airliners out at John Wayne
New houses and new people look the same
While at our old house some want us to lose
But they are just jealous and not to blame
Since they know that we know that was no plane
We see what we saw and saw what we see

I am a falling star and you are too
Fortune dealt me this hand and I refuse
To play for less than the ultimate game
One you and I together now can win
The clock ticks louder then strikes to begin
To deal where only two players remain

+Steven Curtis Lance



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