Forms of Travel
Rainbows fly through the sky and
stars shoot across outer space.
Planes fly around the world,
cars speed down the street and
trains barrel along the tracks.
But time stands still right here and now on the dance floor.
There is no one else in our little world.
Though trains and planes and cars carry people to the four corners of earth,
though people wish on stars and rainbows...
We are oblivious to it all because we have lost ourselves in each others' eyes.
1000 years may have passed, or perhaps time has begun to run backward.
The dress makes swishing noises,
the suit is as unique as the wearer,
but we don’t notice anything except how the colors of our eyes seem to deepen with the love that shines around us.
Right now no one else matters,
no one else can feel our connection.
In our world rainbows shimmer in the shine of our hair.
In our world, stars live in smiles.
In our world planes and trains and cars do not matter.
In our world the only form of travel that we know is dancing...
Tonight, nothing else matters.
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