Kiss, The

Kissing is a time to dream again
To forget the severity of business voices
The grind of printing, the clatter of rain
Harsh glaring light, endless choices
Once made as easily as closing your eyes
To float off into night and make that your reality
In your lips is a peace like at sunrise
Breath plumes like smoke, mist over the city
Sitting on the water's edge, shivering but alive
Eyes wide open, horizon sharp as a knife
Straining at the leash, ready to dive
Into a future rich with sunfire and life
Light might not redden, sight not blur
Shadows might not lengthen, hills not weather
Clouds might not gather, world not stir
If the kiss could last forever.