Beyond the Visible Spectrum

When I first saw you

there were guns in the river

Black birds of warning

Circling high above the marquee where

The blue notes of lovers

Mixed with the loneliness of others

Turned our breath into snowflakes

As we whispered in the gutters

We try to find the life at rainbow's end

It finds the end of us instead and everyone we love

When I come back now,

There are ads in the shadows

Diamonds in the skyline

You can't afford to look up at them

Or catch your reflection in somone else's mirror

Your voice is a music and I'm drowning in a silent land.

So if I dive over the railing, will I float up on all the shining waves of glass?