this is for the night
we burnt a church
and for the people
who road an airplane there
just to see it
for the moon
who burns
as bright as this pyre
and decided
to look quite
beautiful tonight
dressed in its best stars
and darkest clouds
we danced in that field
like dawn was a mystery
I blushed like six year old kid
asking you to dance
we waltz
in the wake of dreams
hatched schemes
with our finger tips
I held you like a bicycle
road you over the heavens
with my training wheels
because im still learning
how to love
and we danced in that field
with shaking spines
and wild flower hearts
stopping to watch
the churches
and moons
burn like children
burn like me
and draw figure eights
with your palm
across my back
sing with the crackling of hymens
take my hand
and we'll all take
the next moon home. . .
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 6:13 AM UTC
this is for the night
we burnt a church
and for the people
who road an airplane there
just to see it
for the moon
who burns
as bright as this pyre
and decided
to look quite
beautiful tonight
dressed in its best stars
and darkest clouds
we danced in that field
like dawn was a mystery
I blushed like six year old kid
asking you to dance
we waltz
in the wake of dreams
hatched schemes
with our finger tips
I held you like a bicycle
road you over the heavens
with my training wheels
because im still learning
how to love
and we danced in that field
with shaking spines
and wild flower hearts
stopping to watch
the churches
and moons
burn like children
burn like me
and draw figure eights
with your palm
across my back
sing with the crackling of hymens
take my hand
and we'll all take
the next moon home. . .
