Midnight
Posted by Kristina Yenko , Monday, October 25, 2010 8:29 PM
We hear the bells on every hour
As the last demon disappears
We see postcards on the sidewalk
Like broken backs on floors of spears.
We talk in circles dancing through streets
Trying to reach the Northern Lights
Words in blue neon steal our footsteps
But we keep walking bathed in darkened nights.
Our two voices tessellate
Forming strands of heightened bliss
All eyes are masked in our direction
Back to summer we reminisce.
Wars of shadows close around us inch by inch
They cannot penetrate our skin
Let the bells ring, let the bells ring
Nothing but love can blur vision from within.
The thrill of stealth is something so exhilarating.
Let the bells ring.
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