the moment (working title)

Don't speak as if words are limited
We've got time if we search for it
Nothing is forever and most of it is for not
A few minutes, an hour maybe
Its freeing believing time is not fleeting
As if we could stay in this space of pleasantries
But this journey continues
And we will cross that bridge of impending emotional doom
Slow creeping steps across its damaged enclosure
The arc of love- roller coaster highs turn to plummeting lows
Or worse is the cart that stays straight on a road to no where
Or worse still to keep rising, waiting to fall
That feeling of simply waiting to fall
As we lay in an embrace sweeter than taffy
With stars that shine for you as if you cued them
I'd rather revel in the moment than ruin it