Burn down the walls
That hold all your clocks

We're getting where we need to
The night is always young

Don't let all your words
Do all the talking

Write each one down
On the back of your tongue

Don't wait in the trial room
Looking for a fit.

Interlocked, interspersed
The grooves of our fingertips

Do away with rhymes
Tire yourself of poetry

A language lies buried
In the cracks of your lips.

Leave in a hurry
Jump in a rush

Others will find your footprints
On those warning signs

Let them look for reason
And search for meaning

There is nothing written
In between these lines

Take a leap over faith
I'll hold you tight as we both fall

The cautionary tale of our love
Shall remain unsung

Burn down the walls
That hold all your clocks

We're getting where we need to
The night is always young

Sinking into the quicksand
of open-eyed dreams,
fading out the noise,
following her voice,
With his fingers he tries,
To hold on to her sighs


Weaponless and blind.
Tonight he can’t face
the demons in his mind
So he watches the lights burst
into a million sparkling fireflies,
through the pupils of her eyes.


His heart, bared.
Inside, he’s scared.
With all his might,
he holds on tight.
To a thin, frayed rope
He doesn’t expect her to wait.
But he certainly can hope.