Chandeliers

When all of the pieces align
When the balance is clearly defined
We’ll sigh and we’ll settle down
For the first time
But held in museum display
Time pulls us further away
And when we rebuild it
All of the details fade
Into the tide
Where the sun fills our eyes
Only silhouettes
Will remain in the place
Where our rare bird of grace appeared
In our pale imperfect light
Our palms will stabilize
And your brightness
Will close our heavy eyes
And we’ll dream with you
We’ll dream with you
When we awake, we are left
With the eggshells inside of the nest
And the promise that one day soon
It will come back to us…
When we reach into the night
Where the water will rise
Your wings will unbend
In your brilliant display
All our worries will wash away
On pale, imperfect eyes
Chandeliers rely…
And the brightness will
Weave lace out of light
When we dream of you
In our pale, imperfect light
Our palms will stabilize
And the brightness
Will close our heavy eyes
When we dream of you
We’ll dream with you