Two Runaway Lights

Midnight opened like a quiet door, Spring was leaning on the windowsill. Two small runaways escaped the ceiling, Rolling down the sky against their will. They were laughing in their little orbits, Drunk on all the space they’d never known. Falling felt like finally deciding Not to be forever stuck alone. Two runaway lights in an endless ocean, Spinning in love like they’re losing control. Two tiny voices in a hush of nothing, Teaching the universe a brand-new tone. High above the dark, in a fragile chapel, Somewhere between the silence and the shine— Two runaway lights made a vow in heaven, Even if they only had a little time. No one gave them wings like birds or angels, No one promised they would make it far. Every wish that ever tried to reach them Melted on the way like falling tar. They will never climb back to the ceiling, Never be the same as they began. Burning out like birthday candles raining, Leaving just a trace on someone’s hand. Two runaway lights in an endless ocean, Spinning in love on their final flight. Two tiny choirs in a field of zero, Singing their names into the quiet night. High above the world, in a soft cathedral, Somewhere between the ending and the start— Two runaway lights wrote a short forever On the trembling pages of the dark.