kiss this frog and let me be the one.
Make your escape from the tower.
Leap and fall into my embrace
while I lasso a white stallion
from the vapors and make it valid,
and together we will drift off,
not leaving the slightest trace.
As the sky falls into darkness
let me be the first star you see.
Traipse this wish through the heavens,
the moon our destination.
Dangle your dreams on trajectories
of orbits unforeseen
leaving this world behind,
its gravity… imagination.
Let me be the one
to make your past inconsequential;
whisk away the sorrow
with a single simple kiss,
topple towers of doubt
with a promise of tomorrow,
and replace the fleeting disgrace
with a lasting passionate bliss.
art credit: Dorothy Lathrop