we live for the moments
that we are alive,

we long for the moments that
last forever, transcending
the mortality of our lips, of
shaking fingertips that dream
of elegance.

we lust for the perfection we
know we cannot have, the
roads we cannot walk down, the
lives we cannot live.

we mourn for the chains that
bind us, the unfathomable space
in this glorious prison that we build
that we know we cannot leave.

we grieve.

yet there is joy, there is love,
a warmth that eases the tense flesh,
a softness, a peace, a promise of
release from the burdens we choose to bear,
the hurdles we fail to clear,
the badges we kill to wear.

in the depths of our dreams
we are infinite