I slipped my hand into
yours divine. Shooting stars
filled the panoramic celestial
scene, as you and I exchanged
pirouettes and cartwheels.
If only life could truly be lived
riding a magic carousel, where
even the gaily painted horses
could run free with you and me,
galloping in stride with our equine
kin. If only, I slipped your hand
in mine and away, away we went.