nirvana

listening to the echoing 8 bit
organs pounding away
this sound runs through me
a river of ancient tones
'and 15, and I've got you'
"how old will you be on your next birthday"

come again?
this is soothing
rocking me to sleep
the back and forth
warm hearts to lean on and up against
don't move, and I've got you

under the blankets of snow
in the dead of winter
we are more alive than ever