Are we at the late or early stage
of a moment in a unique time?

Should we say goodnight and accept
such moments are even real to the likes
of you and I?

Could we not?  Refuse the death of one cycle
of one day that in my heart resounds and outlasts
the grasp of all else but how we felt?

And if we do relent and bid reluctant pardons?

How long to relive and reunite should the sun
choose never again to rise?

One more moment, You and I.