Kings Of Convenience

what's the immaterial substance
that envelopes two
that one perceives as hunger
and the other as food

I wake in tangled covers
to a sash of snow
you dream in a cartoon garden
I could never know

innocent imitation
of how it could be
if when the music ended
you did not retreat

in my imagination
you are cast in gold
your image a compensation
for me to hold

parallel lines, move so fast
toward the same point
infinity is as near as it is far