Love

"And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well

You have stolen
You have stolen my heart"

Once the wreckage vacates the bend,
the road appears clear
and the gold lines beat faster and faster
to an ever breathtaking path.

You can't look over at the shoulder
or pay attention to the lines anymore,
straight ahead is your heart
and at last you have found it.

Salty water drips down your cheeks
but dry from your pace;
they never hit the ground
to join your leaping feet.

The answer is clear now,
the clouds have parted
and nobody else exists.

How unbelievable it feels
to bask in the arms you've always wanted,
to follow your heart
when all outside chaos
binds it to logic.

How indescribable it was
to let you in again
that one fall evening
without any trailing thought.

I knew at that moment
there was no where else
I would rather be in the world
than back in your warm, thick arms,
looking above at the glistening sea
gazing back at me
with slow motion lips.

Just one song.
Just one moment.
Sends me right back.
Right back chasing for that bubble.
That bubble that you and I only know.