Cell Phone Says

Cell phone says your name
But I don't even hear it ring
The July in winter, and September spring
Where way up north is the warmer weather
So, together we take the call
And we hold the line through the static sprawl
Though the distances traveled are expanding still
We meet in dreams by the lilac river
Oh, giver of empathy
It is a gift so bitter that you brought to me
'Cause I feel what they're feeling, and I know that they're free
And the freedom they take is the earthly burden
Please deliver their angel eyes
On the wings of moths and dragonflies
Through the morning and evening, their sun set my sunrise
Let them come to me like the breath I'm taking