Mending Mirrors

Someone to steer the ship at night
Someone to catch my drifting
Someone to talk down my stage fright
Someone to do some lifting

Something to guide my wandering ways
Something to mend these mirrors
Something to fight the end of the day
Something to draw time nearer

Butterflies head toward the sky late at night
Flapping wings, humming things
Chasing different and the light
Brighter days, simple ways
Dodging darkness and the blight
Softened skin, rebegin
Butterflies head toward the sky late at night

Somewhere to dip my toes in the tide
Somewhere to dance with devils
Somewhere to hang with love by my side
Somewhere to bask and revel

Somehow, I found my keys in the clouds
Somehow, I lost them later
Somehow, I mistook then for right now
Somehow, I caused a crater