Silver Lights

I wrote a poem about something, I'm not quite sure what. Not yet, at least. Just kidding, I know exactly what it's about! Maybe...

Silver Lights

When sleep is all that's left,
my eyes recite the words I've kept within my head.
And here they'll reside, tucked away for the night
to lose meaning between the ceiling and my bed.
Then my brain will conjure things
and I'll feel no guilt or regret
because the thoughts I think are things
I'm sure I'll just as soon forget.

So while you're saving other’s lives
and I can’t make time for mine,
you’ll make it a point to rebuild what’s destroyed
while my hands sit idly by.
But if you’re headed somewhere
where the clouds are silver lights,
I beg you take me with you.
Never let me leave your sight.

Then when I wake, the feeling's fake
cause in my sleep, my soul you take
And where words fail, a fever breaks.
In my head, a million lakes
of sights and sounds swim ‘round like snakes,
inching slowly toward their prey
to mirror every move it makes.

But as I’m watching from afar,
Admiring all the things you are,
Love’s a mystery to me.
Love’s a criminal at large.
So if you're headed somewhere
where it isn't safe to walk,
why not let me be the shoes
you use to climb upon the rocks?

Broken sticks sit by my side
Piled nice, but never dry.
And if they never make a fire,
then the wood will slowly die.
But the rockets won't go high
without the sparks on which to fly.
And it just wouldn’t be July
without explosions in the sky.

So while I’m staring into eyes
of unrivaled shape and size,
I’m just waiting on a word,
something heaven hasn’t heard.
And if you’re headed somewhere
where the darkness shall remain,
I hope you shine a light on me
so you can see I came.

And I'll never let you wither like a flower without rain.
No, I'll send to you a shower so a flower you’ll remain.