December in Your Eyes

The city lights are trembling, like candles in the wind. Each window holds

a story, but I'm only looking in. Snow falls in slow motion,

painting silence on the street. Yet every flake feels warmer when it lands

beneath your feet. I try to write my wish list, but the paper

stays blank. 'Cause every line begins and ends with the way your sweet perfume

ranks. So I'll mail my heart to midnight with a stamp that simply

reads, "Deliver this to wherever he is. Wrap it in crimson beads."

'Cause I see December in your eyes, glowing like the star that wise