If you are unspoken for
I will shout your name,
sweep both of our
feet away– taking
us further from our steps
that no longer ties us
to the ground.

I can not promise you
an eternity of sorts
nor a promise of a short-lived
book, for I can not grasp
when time will lay down its
veil and expire sweet whispers

that will definitely go
unheard – muted
away in silence.

Though fret not, for
that day still looms
around distant horizons
eager to catch us.

All we can do is make it
last– keep away from
the setting sun and
hide among the stars
we chase.