Running

The books will have to wait tonight;
I have a little too much on my mind and I
am searching for a moment with you.
Talk with me while the clouds swing into space
and milky starlight falls to earth,
falls sweetly on your brow-
oh, somehow...
everything can disappear and you
remain unbroken with your words.
Leave me to wonder, while skies gilded in
velvet robes of perfect black and violet hover,
how suddenly you've changed...
or maybe it's me
who's changed and I see you through my
brand new eyes, flawless
lense into a spinning world I can't keep up with...
unless
you fall behind tonight and help me stand, like
you always did.
Let's touch the satin strings of moonlight, breathe
in October air so our feet take flight-
not dancing but running on our freedom stage, away
from nothing,
hoping
for everything. The books will have to wait.
Tonight, I've a little too much on my mind and
I'm praying for a moment with you.