The city looks so nice from here
floating in and out of view
I stand high on the roof deck
and fill my time with thoughts of you.
The lights look like paper stars
just close enough for me to reach.
I wish I could hold the language of the night
but like you it's something I can't keep.
The dusk creeps upon us slowly
when we are too busy laughing.
I wish time would be diastole for a moment
so I could take in what's happening.
The street becomes crowed with life
as we fade into the nothingness of sleep
I know I'm an imperfect being
but when dreaming of you perfection is achieved
The people invite me with a smile
and I know things won't be so timid.
I'm happy I arrived safely
just outside your heart's city limits.