dream in color

Hand in hand we waltzed the night.
our breath was brisk and undefined.
The city lights, they sparked a flame,
of consciousness and favored change.
And so just like a silent film,
We roll from reel to reel and still,
So natural and unconfined.
We caught a glimpse of feathered flight. 
 
We wore our coats and prayed for rain.
The chords were cut and down it came.
A want of love and summer sun.
I had made frame second to none.
From strength to strength let glory be
A lack of self, praise to our King.
The strings they speak of thread or none.
A vision gained and hearts that burn.