You got it and then you don't

Mirrors and smoke

Laughing your way back to infinity

It is full of silver leaves

Humming birds strike

As if you were breaking

Ask me 

I am open for the taking

Dreams suck the trains 

The coach car with lemonade

Your hand is dangling out the window

Strait to my heart

Strait to my heart

For love had found itself in an unlikely place

Found it in your invisible arms.