moon tucked in my ear
sneaking beams through my hair
whistling saw blades peering in
casting haze onto paper trees
of the horizon
There are mountains
beyond the water
secrets in the peaks
sounding warning
of a life
lived too plainly
Lights behind me keeping distance
even as I pull to shore
water written dreams on stones
while the road twisting out from here
is oil canvas
and perfect lighting
I've never seen you so bright before
that night when your tears set the city
on fire.
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