In a loop flung far
Golden whisps or air
slide in the nothingness
A day-dreamers stare
The end of a tale
A start to our death
The moment we're born
Our first gasps of breath
It's a slide along gravel
Each stone has its pluck
A bed that's well traveled
Yet impossibly stuck

This air's all I know
These shoes on my feet
In two moments their gone
Two moments too sweet
Let us now clasp palms
And together steal along
In blustery loops
Until we are gone.