the night expands before us
as the sun turns to dust
we scatter its broken pieces upon the floor
searching for a meaning
in all this light
the shadows walk with us
and we follow the beaten path
treading lightly on grounds unseen
we wonder where we are headed
I lace my fingers
through the delicacy of yours
wondering if there is such a thing as heaven
and thinking
if I could lay down now
in the cool grass made of evening dew
I think that maybe I’ll find it
and the stars tell a story
of a lifetime gone by in so many years
but we haven’t really been alive yet
and sometimes I think
I’ll find a semblance or piece
of comfort in where you lay
and I wonder if you’ve really felt it yet
the way your heart beats when you’re in love
and I wonder if you’ve even noticed yet
how part of you seems to be missing
‘cause something’s not right
and I think you know it
but I don’t want to pick you apart
but something’s not right
and I think that I noticed
but I don’t want to break you just yet
and sometimes I want to talk so fast
spin words into yarn and make scarves out of smiles
and sometimes I want to run screaming through the world
because words don’t seem to be enough
but a part of me lives
and a part of me dies
as I find heaven here in this dew
in the stars that align
when the evening arrives
and our fingers are laced
and my heart finds its place
in you