We listened to Maxwell
as the sun fell,
And the days swayed into nights.
Letting the rhythm of the music
Speak to one another
Allowing our minds to take flight.
Connecting without speaking,
Sharing dreams without revealing.
Somehow letting the sound intertwine with our sight.
Those days transitioned into hours.
And those hours disbursed into just nights.
Sleeping so close,
But dreaming so far apart.
Yet we bound our bodies tight.
Meanwhile,
the clock was stealing our time.
Our days together were wearing out.
Our future becoming a blurry sight.
Tonight I listened to Maxwell,
As the moon spilled,
In through my blinds, bringing the music into light.
Never has a song brought relief
to tears so heavy.
As my pretty wings brought me to life.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
We listened to Maxwell
as the sun fell,
And the days swayed into nights.
Letting the rhythm of the music
Speak to one another
Allowing our minds to take flight.
Connecting without speaking,
Sharing dreams without revealing.
Somehow letting the sound intertwine with our sight.
Those days transitioned into hours.
And those hours disbursed into just nights.
Sleeping so close,
But dreaming so far apart.
Yet we bound our bodies tight.
Meanwhile,
the clock was stealing our time.
Our days together were wearing out.
Our future becoming a blurry sight.
Tonight I listened to Maxwell,
As the moon spilled,
In through my blinds, bringing the music into light.
Never has a song brought relief
to tears so heavy.
As my pretty wings brought me to life.
