Each step on the asphalt
Each push towards your 'destination'
Each second inching closer,
You in me
warmth in warmth
fire in the meadow
Can I drop everything
and come to you?
"Where are we going?"
It wasn't much.
But could we escape into a Wonderland
of just you and me?
"It's a surprise,"
I whispered in your ears.
The doors pushed open
and there spread blacksatin for sky
and diamondsparkles for stars,
and you glowed under the vast night,
and suddenly Artis,
in the ghost of faded lights
I could see
what could've been.