Will you run when the lightning comes?
Will you sleep when the dreams unfurl from the sky?
Falling like trees and lying like leaves.
I turn you on my favorite sweater.
I'll turn to dust and the dust will turn into a bird's heart.
Running wild. Running Fast.
Dirty windows, yellowed white, lets in the sunshine.
I remember the taste of your honeyed lips.
Do you remember the feel of my hands?
Running wild. Running Fast.
Will you run when the lightning comes?