Flipping and floating into the night
Glistening whispers start to take flight
Dance on the dark and twirl out of sight
Wading then walking, finding firm land
Listening, whispers disappear, and
flicker as sparks fall out of her hand
Something like familiar
Foreign, like, familiar
Across the table, two eyes light up
He looks her way, she swirls her cup
Speaks of hell and gnarly nights,
seeing things and starting fights
Broken trust and dogs that bite
Laugh it off while showing whites
Black hair, bulletproof-like life
That smile
Foreign, like, familiar
Skipping and swimming, feeling delight
Missing, the whispers lose the good fight
Spinning with stars and melting the blight
Giving and grinning, all this at last
Echoing whispers, things of the past
Ready and willing to move that fast
She swirls her cup
Two eyes light up
While showing whites
Bulletproof-like life
this is your life chuck johnson 