Believe me, my love,
a beautiful scene in-between the creases of those sheets
And the world wavered, and quivered and threatened to burst into flames!
You are the morning sun,
the beauty whom lights this world of mine,
as you peek over the crest of my horizon.
You are the evening moon,
the beauty whom lights the sky,
every time the sun cannot cover half the earth.
A constant dance we adhere, opposite sides of the earth…
you rise while I sleep,
only passing for a few moments.
A constant song we sing, opposite sides of the earth.
You sleep while I rise,
another step for the beginning ahead.
A delicate noise,
playing amongst our ears,
strumming the strings of our hearts.
It is our ballad, this song-
one the overflows with words of our hearts
to illuminate and give direction to that beginning.
Our beginning.
Our beginning, days anew.
Standing on the edge of the earth, hand in hand,
chasing time and defying storms.
The precipice crumbling beneath our toes, as we begin flight.
Stretching for those stars,
beyond our time,
on the outskirts of the universe we know – hand in hand.
Hand in hand we venture the cosmos,
defying gravity and reason,
but with definite purpose…
To create our composition.
*The stones of the precipice falling beneath our feet, beyond the surface,
as we soar high and above,
rearranging the constellations that time has disarrayed.
Another excerpt from our conversation
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