Beyond The Glass

Pockets

You gave me the shoreline, 

Stitching my city with the glittering line, 

What did I ask for, you gave me you, 

If I called you a centre in my files and steams, I won't see through, 

I'm counting with points my serendipity to see you, 

I'll comb my hair magically before the fall season, 

Hoping the door will still be open, to draw a nestle with no reason, 

You will never be broken or over, the whole horizon, 

Wanting to be in your cups frozen, 

With lights hanging inside my heart, and mist shall escape from our magic, 

Dancing with my hands in your pockets, I promise I'll throw the logic, 

As my hair is falling on a pillow, I want to fall on your map, 

You are the pictures in frames that I want to wrap, 

In my sonorous bones, you are the current, in my wars, you are the safety, 

Crossing your letters and poems in my frailty.