Playing pretend

The sun and the stars,

Whisper my name,

In a seductive haze of fog.

I listen.

We are only transient beings,

In this endless void of time,

That encompasses us all.

I know I am horribly naïve,

And cynical all the same,

But the shadows of the night, they call me.

I listen.

We are a transitory fetish,

Igniting and dying,

All in a matter of moments,

But isn't imagining forever nice?

Because with the Earth,

Illuminated by moonlight,

And your hand wrapped around mine,

I sometimes forget,

That life's not as endless as the stars.

I can pretend the world isn't turning,

And that we will never die.

I can pretend love is never ending,

Though I know that it's a lie.