Silverware Down a Flight of Stairs

you're the sunlight on snow
revealing the ground beneath
two feet without shelter sinking slowly
i picture your body and i want to riot
doubtlessly slaughter all other thought
functioning addict when i write to you
every word prettier than the last
climbing towards you
she's the maker of sunrise
and the master of my eyes
shutting them when i sleep
if i'd known it'd be this bright here
i'd have never stopped dreaming

somewhere between after dark and before night
i'm passing lanes with one eye closed
letting rain through window, only method of warmth
breaking my bones to fit around yours
solo flight over your head and through your blood
i'm writing good for the first time
after a long line of bruised ego
i'm falling on myself this time