Northernlights

A dream, a dime, and a bottle of wine

Tastes like darkness, only sweet, with little sprinkles of deceit

I often find myself reeling, for that innocent, northern feeling.

When you touched my cheek with your lips, and my heart with your fists

You said soft words, spoken loudly, in a room full of lies

Yet you never heard my empty cries;

Full of promise, full of grief,

Of a life meant for the reef.

But what do you know of the reef?

An empty house you never visited,

A book you never read,

A wife you never wed.

You were but a stranger trespassing,

Upon a small, lonely casing,

Protecting a girl beneath the stars

Who is sorting hearts in little jars.

How can you be to blame?

When the evening sets aflame?

You see, love does that sometimes,

Even in melancholic chimes,

Of a house, a book, a wife,

A dream, a dime, and a bottle of wine