First time the wind blinded me with your hair
I felt a fragrance I shan't soon forget rush my breath
my feet never did buckle under you
instead, I beheld such a force
and we sprang true across the night sky
-with you as my giggling guide-
straight to the moon and beyond
where little made sense

How terrible a blow
to believe in my beating chest
this much I ought to know
but 'tis gentle to forget
your shortlived "forevermore"s
your "never let you go"s
my word, I should have guessed
even with a very odd thought
all the while lingering in my head
that any truth can be born
of enough deceiving breath

notes surround you
while you sob,
laugh,
and dance
the only thing that can truly
match your every move.

"it was just a dream,"
I whispered,
wishing I'd woken up to a different reality.