Brooklyn Night

And this is what I thought under the cover of Brooklyn night

I stand and stare into multicolored windows, where I hope to catch a moment of silence, a moment where you try to steal something from yourself, try to maintain a certain stance

I was told you should keep a good head and always carry a light bulb and something about fate and we laughed how dances should always remind you of the first few years

A place in conversation where you and I try to figure out whether genetics had a part in the ability to twist your tongue

I will never forget the moments we share together and how April will always makes me smile

Knowing that we can always daydream moments into the perfect song, like walking into a bar with a memo from turner in the jukebox and a smile for the friend that taught you to walk like a cowboy or handle a cigarette like you've read a war novel

Its like I pit myself against the second before you quote therein lies the rub

I believe firmly in unrhymed poetry
Like I believe firmly in being honest in love
You are my one true love and in the morning
I want nothing more than ten more minutes

I have a reoccurring dream where you and I walk through
a city of bridges and live out our lives like a passing of the sea

Its like I pit myself against the second before I met you