Perfect Moment
the music bounces
writhes
and forces its way
around our hands
inseperable by forces keeping us true
freinds are around
but we ignore them
though i can see their reflection in the rain spattered window
the rythm of the rain mixes with our song
it wraps its way down through the flames that cover the stairs
and into the minds
of the drunken musicians
the drummer beats the clouds
and thunder overwhelms us
everything shakes
rocking our worlds
to the beat of a classic song
a classic song crawling its way up charred wooden stairs
as though its hand had lost the rail
we wave
slowly back and forth
not unlike a cold winter beach
our eyes close
and we dissapear
into the beautifully vivid blackness
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