Zemira

There's a kind of love

And it's like hide and seek

An endless chase

Of shadows with flowing hair

Whispers of names and delighted laughter

Out of sight, whistling around you

it had seemed almost magical that evening.

twinkle lights strung up around, 

affixed to the wooden fences surrounding, 

holding us in.

Verse 1
I counted constellations on my ceiling
Tried to make your name out of the light
They say everything is always changing
But I stayed the same every night

I need pretty things; 

I need the Lumineers singing 

about flowers on vinyl, and 

I need stained glass bubbles twinkling 

in the window, and 

to see my poetry scrawled in