We walk down the street hand in hand. The gloom of a winter morning in mourning for its own naturality hangs about the hustle and bustle of the city; ever awake, ever moving, never changing yet always progressing. We feel the movement of a thousand and more hearts, all beating together in this place.
Our hands together are like the wings of an owl on a night sky. Our hearts beat with the world, yet are lost in their own. We look into each others eyes. Suddenly the gloom fades and we are shoved into a world of gleaming colors, glistening colors the like of which could never have been dreamed of. Everyone looks happier, every cloud dances to a song in the winds sigh. Every dog barking is barking a love poem to one another, telling the world how good it is to drink from a bowl of water on the floor. Every tree branch reaches for our clasped hands; where once they would reach in longing, they reach in happiness, rejoicing in the love we have found.
The world dreams of snow outside the sanctuary of our own happiness. But inside, we are always warm, the beating of our hearts, the harmony of our breath, creating a world of light and warmth.
So many colors... So much light. Sunlight dancing off a quiet apartment of brick, streetlights hitting millions of souls and trinkets, sending sparks and rainbows dancing in the morning sky. The world is aflame with color and sound.
Every song in every passing car reminds me of how amazing you are. Every wind chime to break a silent passageway tells a story of the simple beauties in life that you represent. Every flaw on every building, face, street, sign, heart, is now almost as perfect as you. I can hear your heart beating... I’ve never heard music sound so beautiful, so inviting, so familiar…
I’ve never held a hand such as yours, kissed a neck such as yours, smelled such a sweetness that is you. Dreams are jealous of our reality. Poets lament for what we have found. This is the end. It’s an end to the old paths and a beginning of a new voyage into an undiscovered dawn. It’s the bringing of new, and yet here in my soul you have always been.
When I look into your eyes, I see a future, I see myself, I see happiness, a lone flower pushing past the weeds to find sunlight in abundance, a bitter lonely man giving a silent smile and a quarter to a kid at the gumball machine. The light in your eyes wipes clean tombstones.
Like the city, life is always the same, yet changes every day. Like time, our love will never cease, never wane, and never stop ticking down towards the end. However, it is an end that we will, hand in hand, share.
If I were to turn to you right now, I would take your hand and together we would dance through these streets, push past the anger and sorrows of the world, and forget there ever was anything outside of our love. All I see are your eyes. And there is where I belong. Never let go. Never stop dancing. And we will live forever.