Wonder wells with dreams in my watery eyes
A touch, a wrinkle, a smirk.
All feeling was forgotten until the bright-eyed phantom came
And said he'd deliver
We press our gaze through blurry windows
Escaping in its soft, but brilliant light.
We light it up and live to love and
wisp away like paper
Illusive,
Transient as feather.
Like birds who fly from place to place
With sweeping grace to spiraling down
We lit it up and lived for love and
Sang a lovely song
Dreaming,
Waking to a hollow sound.
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