Worn out recordings
Of drawn faces
Monochrome places
Like letters to no one
Abandoned, forgotten, and faded away
These dreams, our visions
Shelters from the hectic storms of our lives
In a trick of the eye our firefly light
Pulls us in to its kaleidoscope display
Like wide-eyed children
Finally finding the familiar footing of our fantasies
Of our pulsing, beating hearts
This organic mechanic hum
Drawing us toward a silent rhythm
An invisible siren light
Some spend their whole lives through
Scrambling through these shifting shadows
Reaching out for St. Elmo's Fire