coming towards the lights

In the aisle with the mirror Candles burning Mother's voice is calling me Time to go now Home is waiting On a napkin Write the dream down Rub your eyelids Place a flower gently on the picture Then I'll turn around Not a door in sight Bleeding through the blinds In our cabin on the nightstand Flashing light You can still smile Scent of smoke surrounds the campsite In the cold found our fears Go get buckled Turn the car on Going out In the line as it begins to come down Hope it stays warm while we're here Some summer I've been there Drench me to my soul In the chapel Guardian angel watches Over your rest