Thoughts on used Valet tickets

#1

The fire spreads its wings,

Slow, Above my Fingertips,

Ascending in ways I may only

Dream of. To think, As I sit,

And try to keep them inside Me,

For hope to float, and Rise

Above my Troubles...

#2

I could watch this smoke Rise,

All Night, All Night

Til the Sun surprises

In the Darkness' Demise.

I can Move inside the sound,

Silence, too, doth ring my Crown,

Oh, How I wish to Drown...

Beneathe the waves-

My Daydreams come in Waves;

For the moon to show

Its Darkest Face.