A Day In The City

I've nothing left for you, I'm no use flirting with, no feelings I can give. Please hold me close while waiting in the wings, and with eyes unclouded by the ash ambiguity we'll make love. In the limelight we'll dance and sway becoming one, lighting fire to conversations that all begin with us. The spark of your imagination, I am delirium floating like feathers in the wind. You'll search for me and cry on cue, and give me reason as the curtain falls to waltz across the stage and kiss you once again with words unspoken. Until the moment fades. And after that and when I'm dead, you can say you knew me when. When I was just a child.