Wings of a Dove

Would it be alright

to gamble with you tonight?

There’s nothing below hopeless

and we’ve got nowhere to go.

The stars never beam

without making me dream.

It’s the season to pack it all in

and again time to begin;

I’m breaking at the seams

and at my wits end.

Never mind the neverminds,

and free fall into sweet oblivion.

Capture the hearts of millions,

then give it away to anyone.

I can’t catch every one of your tears

or I’d place them in a box,

ship it away to Jupiter

until all your sadness is lost.

I’d be your midnight angel

a guardian in thin disguise.

Just as frail as the wings of a dove,

there’s fate still shimmering in your eyes.