Dearest soul, 

let’s spin around and around

until our feet lift off the ground,

and we can hear the whispered sounds

of clouds forming in the air!

But your stare…

how it betrays your eyes,

and I sigh.

I too doubt that life can really be like this,

When men and love are fickle 

and every artwork

every song,

every poem,

ever known

has captured but one moment in time

and nothing more,

and I plan to live for so much more than just one moment,

and I refuse to make compromises.