when night stimulates
not all is dark
it is almost purple
it is somewhat subtle
shrouded shine vanishing
when love is a fading star
light speed pulls over
you say to me,
“we should care”
“please, secure a sky's ship”
“should you desire”
I reply,
“and we shall find the light”
“then we will embrace in our slumber”
“our dreams will be salvaged without arcs”
"we cannot run,
but we can fly”
“as we make loops across the face of the Sun”