The streelights float
like laterns,
degravitized
by the black cloak of night.
The world is velvet,
shimmering under the moon's gaze
with warm grasps
and rocking waves.
Here is where smiles
don't fade.
Where the lure of the water
is quenched
where the silence is lost
and I am falling.
The only sound
is our hearts and our feet;
I am falling.
The cool embrace of wind
doesn't reach here;
am falling.
The Doors all open;
falling.
{And for once I think
someone might be there to catch me.}