You lead me to the top of the tallest tower,
To show me how far we would fall.
And usually I’m afraid of heights, but now I’m not scared at all.
The wind at this summit softly whistles,
Such a strong sturdy breeze.
It carries your sweet scent my direction,
Now I’m drunk from the airborne disease.
It begins the intoxication,
And then its work is through.
But the other elements are waiting their turn,
They have important tasks too.
From the rooftop the stars twinkle brighter,
The spotlights turned on for the show.
And the one to the north takes a look at itself,
The blue of his eye where it glows.
Then the sleepy mind senses its next,
Because it perceived the spark.
And the contented stars smile down and gloat,
They know they've left their marks.
Conduits connect quickly, electricity rushes through.
A cold heart has been resuscitated, to perform the job it was made to do.
It pushes warmth into your fingertips,
It blushes the tops of your cheeks.
The adrenaline that it produces,
Gives you the bravery to move your feet.
Swan dive off the balcony, pulling him down as you go.
“Where are you taking me?” he asks.
You reply with a smile, “I don’t know.”
And the clouds panicked at the risky plunge,
As they watched you make the fall.
So they floated underneath you both,
A soft landing, once and for all.
As you both fell in the safety net,
The real destination you knew.
You breathless whisper could barely be heard,