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.