There’s a place on the edge where the streetlamps don’t grow
but the grass does, tall and thin, waving in the wind. The silence is full of hope
there. The stars shine brighter and the moon sings louder. Life isn’t so
pressing and cares aren’t so heavy.
Come away with me, my love, to where loneliness is lost and
solitude is golden. The sun is sinking, the day draws to a close. We are dusk
and twilight. We are footloose and fancy-free. We are the part-time runaways on
the outskirts of town. Come with me.
Magic hour is better there.
what? what? this is brilliant. it reads like song lyrics-lovely :)
ReplyDeletealso, i like how you made the outskirts of town a happy place.
yeah, this could be one of my forever favorites.
this is so beautiful and melodic and captivating.
ReplyDeleteI love this line especially
"We are the part-time runaways on the outskirts of town."
gah. i just keep reading this and every time i like it more. i love the personification of moon, and the switch in the second 'stanza' to first person, i love the alliteration, and the connotation. it makes me think of heaven.
ReplyDelete(also, i want to be footloose and fancy-free.)
this is practically perfect in every way.