"To new beginnings."
Goodnight Pt. 2
We lie awake
to the pitter patter
of a thousand angels
weeping.
The coldest night
of our lives
where we lay huddled
smiling.
Your warm breath
the only heat
in a day so
cold and grey,
and your eyes
the only stars
to light the
roads away.
The city finally
goes to sleep
and yet my eyes
are open.
Heated skin and
icy fingers
relay all that
can't be spoken.
And in this space,
so close, so tight,
you burn the brightest
like a star.
So that the city
begins to fall apart
to the rhythm
of our hearts.
And the brazen call
of the rain,
now does it
recede.
The velvet canvas
of the night,
nor does it
concede,
but August nights
dwindle low,
as the pattern of
cascade,
and as we huddle
in the break of dawn.
The pitter patter
sofly fades.
Goodnight, my love.
Goodnight.