May Nothing Ever Come Between

I see the twinkle of your eye

whenever I look to the sky,

for - oh - if I could learn to fly

and dance among the stars so high,

I think I'd leave the earth for good.

I'd know a love no other could

and speak in breaths just understood.

I'd hold your hand because you would

forever be right by my side.

And we would dance and spin with pride

in our galactic place to hide,

a destiny not forced, defined.

In our cosmic cluster beam,

we'd say exactly what we mean

and over light-years we'd careen.

May nothing ever come between.

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I wrote this in fifteen minutes today. Take that as you will. I know one cannot breathe in space, but no one, literally, can fly to space either, so just go with it. :)

"Then looking upwards, I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites, from the passenger seat, as you are driving me home." Death Cab for Cutie Passenger Seat