Snow

Cradles swaddle stones of sadly broken infant bones. Crying mothers spit blue fireflies at the moon. Police in camouflage and brass caps stop to sing the blues. Neon eyes wink past the sunset's sinking swoon. Maybe we'll be lovers in a dream or in a book about despair I want to feel the auburn waves crash in your hair But if it's loneliness you crave I'll give back every gaze you gave and fall a thousand times upon you from the sky When there's nothing left to breathe In baths of blood and smoke we grieve I'll drive a cold cold mile.