London's Ballet

when love feels infinite

My heart, my soul

my love for the moon.

The sun stares

you stare

but I stare right back.

I can see the sun shining

through your chest.

You’re heart is on fire

so I rub my hands,

place them on your chest,

and melt.

Fire finds us and parts.

Ice hunts us and melts.

The wind dies down,

the rain picks up

and all the while the sun

waits, smiles, and watches.

Watches for the day when I land at your door.

For that day

the sun will shine brightest

and all of London will dance.