nightlight
most of the time, I am a small thing
insignificant, incomplete
most of the time, I am uncertain
I am afraid
praying under my breath for the world to
stop spinning
I am dizzy now
you and I
we are old souls who have reached a
stalemate
I cannot comprehend
because you,
you are sunrise, and second chances and
hot chocolate after a snowball fight
you are the net I have become accustomed
to
performing without
we have known each other a long time now
and together—
together we forgo simple linear solutions
in favor of the scenic route
a few extra songs on the stereo
a blaze of glory in the night sky
and this…
this is a sensory symphony meant for
lovers
this is not for us.
we are simply
two lost dreamers flirting with destiny
under the streetlights
two kids playing “house” in my car
and this…
this just gives the appearance of motion
we are old souls
broken down on opposite sides of the
highway
lost in the labyrinths of our own minds
losing meaningless mumbles under the
music
tongues thick and heavy with fear…
most of the time.
but day by day we are discovering the
missing parts
and sometimes,
sometimes there is no assembly required
and sometimes,
sometimes we are the generators
the air between us becomes electric
sparks flying from our lips like
wishes we are afraid to make
these are difficult times,
but you have come to me in dreams
as a lover
do not be afraid
I know you already
we are old souls, you and I
and I am waiting for your touch
like Rapture
