standing on these slanted steps of the past,
the future rises in darkness;
above our intertwined hands
the present warps into endless night –
i run towards you,
an island i can never reach
against the ocean’s force
dragging me away —
if i were to wish on a star,
i would stand with you
outside of time, above the clouds
where we exist without the loathsome past —
and i will dance for days to the tune of our hearts beating.