Static

Against all wise words, I showered before my sins.

I wandered through hot air wishing for a storm.

The carriages were empty, the evening gray.

It should rain, the grass is gold.

And then you arrived, the unicorn soul!

The mouth of a dragon too with your bag

Of magic games and belief of aliens

Everything we touched made time go still.

Cards lingered between our hands

Dracula knocked and tried to end it

But the cold dice was on our side

Love letters and dreams came true

A storm erupted inside!

The lights dimmed, raindrops played the phone

It only rained from the inside.

Insomnia wasn’t cured, but peace was found.