so it is here that i dwindle
i spiral
a tear to the winds
down the gutter.
a drop of midnight,
inkstains fading with the moon
dwindling on the horizon
/
they tick as they dance
fingers crossed, racing in a hopeless spiral
their skies set
they set mine
/
a million fireflies
longing, longing.
no ripples
merely slipping, slipping.
until the stars
can't see each other.
then i may be reborn.
/
a madman's dance,
those fingers.
and are we puppets upon their strings?
/
the first glance
the first eyes i could never forget
so after we lock
it's all goodbyes.
/
every string
spinning, spinning
pearls upon silver;
it snaps
so here we remain
a thousand lights
flickering, flickering
until we don't.