Hurry.

Easily in Love, falling for

The idea of a bright future

Of an existent one at that

Drawing forecasts, hearts

And on a flimsy thread tying

One life to everyone else’s

We breathe together under

The winds of the night that

Come quickly, and leave us quickly

Letting us swirl mindlessly in

Warm mists and yellowing afternoons.

Baby Boomers, millennials, dreamers.

Broad strokes, lacklustre colours.

Hurry, attach meaning to moments

And Ideas. They will fade quickly from

Existence. Much like the night around us does.

We’ll watch, I say, as little puffs of clouds

Grow larger and larger and surround us

In their warm embrace.

We’ll stay and watch, and

survive under a reddening sun,

And laugh past growing waves of water.

Come, hold my hand, you say

We’ll watch, we say

As colour fades to grey

And waters gush eagerly around us.

We’ll somehow find a way, you say.

We hold hands and wait.