Waves, Algorithms, Past Participles And The Longing Of Travel

odd light
harsh afternoon glow
suggestive camera angles
and a damsel in distress
Her lacquered heels
stuck in the frozen snow
I'm giving in to secret
languages and rumors
of the past
Her presence is real
Her hair floating
Her smile is warm and forgiving

A hand outstretched from the clouds
a city burns and falls into itself
we roast marshmallows by the dim city lights
and talk of the scourge and how it took hold
the bees and the trees and the fumbling staticians
We are here if you need us
we'll be here forever and more
just reach in when you need us.