silhouettes and streetlights.

in a corner of paris 

in a darkened studio

amidst a disarray of tangled limbs 

and pillows on the floor

your breath is slow and even

your lips pressed against my throat

you smile in your sleep 

and i wish i could go where you go

when your dreams carry you away 

the sky is dark, bluish gray 

and the leaves are burnished gold

the days end quickly 

and though the nights are cold

the window is flung open 

and on the streets below

a single set of headlights 

illuminates the snow

drifting down lazily 

as the moment seems to slow

and you shiver in your sleep 

and reach out to bring me close

there's a pause between our heartbeats 

running through the darkness 

with my hand held in yours

silhouettes against streetlights 

that set the night aglow

though there are many places 

that i have called my own

there's never any doubt you are my home 

stumbling over cobblestones 

in the narrow streets of rome

pressing our tongues against 

melting ice cream cones

wandering through ruins 

where sound speaks in echoes

our laughter is mingling 

with centuries of hope

as we stand at a fault line 

of the new world meeting old

running through the darkness 

with my hand held in yours

silhouettes against streetlights 

that set the night aglow

though there are many places 

that i have called my own

there's never any doubt you are my home 

when the adventure is ending 

and drawing to a close 

i will hang up my hat 

and take off my coat

and when i'm writing the epilogue 

to the grandest story told

there will never be any doubt you were my home

running through the darkness 

with my hand held in yours

silhouettes against streetlights 

that set the night aglow

though there were many places 

that i called my own

there was never any doubt you were my home

there was never any doubt you were my home