midnight creeps closer
burning the sparks away
-we sift through violin strings
and Druid rings
our icy wishes
sprouting wings

there was a time
when we were wild
our big hair
making us blind
but now
there aren't many things
still left to find

crumbs and secrets
buried in a drawer
a difficult test
might make us recall
our very best

my rosy cheeks
a breezy step
picture of youth
in ballet flats
running towards you
no more rest