April 21, 2005 - 8:56 p.m.
it sounded like morning
as i walked home tonight
birds composing a love concerto in the breeze
lights twinkling with all their volts
tapping out morse code
straight into my heart
i cannot believe this city
on nights like these
cold skin
hems lifting
I cannot get there fast enough
I have a surprise
when you know it
you'll know
I am brimming with excitement
you'll see
