At night I sometimes steal her bones
Throw over her skin like a bed sheet
Dancing around the house like a ghost
I sing her my thoughts too dark or too sweet for daylight
I see through her eyes and show her my world
Stop in front of mirrors staring
Slowly tracing her beautiful lines
My pumping heart in her beating chest
Dreamscaping memories I wish her to keep
Then when dawn comes I lay her bones down
Closing her eyes just before she opens them and wakes
Some mornings it seems I see a vague remembrance in her eyes
Of how perfectly close we were up to a moment ago