Breaker, Breaker

I thought of you when I saw the smallest flower, petals pursed and blue. Lightning strikes, smoke spirals, a soft hum wrapped around cosmic wire that connects me to you. Can you feel it, too? Oh, my satellite, carry these words like wishes on a shooting star. Oh, my radio, how far can I go before I lose this signal in the dark that connects me to you? Can you feel it, too? Breaker, breaker, one, two, three. I’m calling out for you to call back to me. If all it takes is a reverie, when I think of you, you’ll think of me. I thought of you in the dense fog of night and cast a light out to the sea. Does it beckon over, does it warn against? On wavelengths from ship to shore. Our signals crossed. My message lost. Breaker, breaker, one, two, three. I’m calling out for you to call back to me. If all it takes is a reverie, when I think of you, you’ll think of me. The mattress sags from what I’ve laid to rest. I’m lonely lying next to someone else. Shadows form in the passive morning light, there’s more silence than sound, more chaff than tender root, can you feel it, too? Breaker, breaker, one, two, three. I’m calling out for you to call back to me.