First Day.

The song we're singing

Only gets louder.

Across the room

Inky black lashes flicker.

With everything I've ever known,

I dream of flying

Up in the soaring blue stretch

Hidden until you open your eyes.

Under the stars

The concrete washed by salty water

I stand, not cold,

Waiting for rubber to hit tarmac.

The hours slip away.

Jumping between clouds

Until I inevitably fall.

When I look up, you smile.