Special

A hand gesture. I don't think you were fully conscious.
As you commanded, I walked to you as you laid your head on my lap, and my eyes grazed the skyline.
Then you fell asleep, and I hummed the words dancing on my skin:

There's a storm in my heart
and it calls to you;
the wings on my soul
raise you from the ground.


A little bit inhuman
compared
to a little bit too beautiful
a little bit too perfect--
yes, that is the moment;
a little too raw.


Sleep now for me,
sleep now for you
when the burnt-gold eyes arise
your graze will meet my heart again.


Wallowing in misery
wallowing in pain
it isn't for me, it isn't for me
when I can feel your heartbeat
when I can see your sleeping smile
when I know your face.


Sleep now for me,
sleep now for you
let magic dance upon our skin
and love embrace our tired arms for warmth
on a cold autumn day.


Take my wings, take the sky
take the day
and fly from me, love
while you journey far from here
my heartbeat is your home, your home.


There's a storm in my heart
and it calls to you;
the wings on my soul
raise you from the ground.....