Because Sometimes Breathlessness Is All [Even] I Have For Words

When the sun shines eternal you can not avoid its light,
You smile and it glistens off your eyes,
Hands running your thighs,
We count time,
Where we both wonder if there is anything out beyond,
What is felt, in these lives,

We move like the practiced dancer
and know that this is how she felt,
O’ move like the fleet of swallows,
This is the tempest,
We storm the stars and they open their arms to us,

Gasping O’ we come down from there,
To a bed of golden fields below their sweet shades,
we find the edge and I say jump!
Nothing should we fear.