A Skeleton Of Something More

In the darkest of nights,

The city of lights

Will pour unto us.

Creeping inside

Through our sleepy eyes,

Contagiously bright

Like sunlight and rain

Flooding through the veins

Of wilted vines.

But love travels like a rumor here,

Losing form with every ear,

A skeleton of something more.

But waking seems an awful dream.

We'll be waiting for the night,

Waiting for the night

To come and rescue us,

Feet off the ground.

Beaides, we're living in this house of cards

That pulls and pushes with the air.

Fearing a feather to the earth

Could destroy it and us,

Inside unaware!

All we want is something more

To dream about and to adore.

All we need is a little place

To close our eyes, to end this chase.

The living are moving,

Gracefully

And painfully rushing ahead,

While unraveling the most essential thread

Of the fabric that covers us.

We'll be waiting for the night,

Waiting for the night

To always come and rescue us,

Feet off the ground,

Our hearts become magnetized.

The warmth of the sun

Is melting the snowflakes

Before they hit the ground