Dear Mr. City

Mr. City...
From the tip of the iceburg,
to the saltwater room.

Like the tidal wave,
that rolls on to this umbrella beach.

Singing in a vanilla twilight,
under a meteor shower,
with the fireflies all around us.

We sing "You're the Bird,
I'm the Worm,
and it's plain to see,
that we were meant to be."

Our hearts had a sudden lack of color,
with rainbow veins,
we are cured.

I love you, Owl City.