What could be better than meeting you (my love) on a swing set?
Then the first moments of “us” would be spent teaching chains to fly
Transmuting lead weights to wings as we arc
To run our fingers across the silk ceiling of the sky.
I know (as fact) I’m made to soar
To climb up aerial heights and hopes.
But I’ve learned that even the most glorious of sunsets
Somehow feel cold when seen alone.
(That’s when I wish you were here by my side.)
I would rather be among clouds
Than surrounded by crowds standing on cracked ground
(And cracked dreams).
My love (where are you)
Won’t you come soar with me,
Swing into the night until we touch the stars with the tips of our toes?
Because whether you’re on the other side of this city
Or on the other side of this world,
Just know I’m one swing set away.