falling;

falling, falling, falling
downward and spiraling
a million feet left to go
from this hot-air balloon drop.

the rush of colors from all around
as we hold on desperately
hurtling forward
lost with no direction.

we'll wait for the end of the ride
the end of the ride, the end.

we'll bow and curtsy to each other
you in your spiffy solid black tuxedo
and me in my girlish aubergine party dress.
our laughter becomes our serenade
the skipping beats of our hearts
becoming the music to which we dance
watched by smiling stars
that shine from above.

and we'll wait for the end of the ride
the end of the ride, the end.

however farther we have left to go
a million feet, a million seconds
a million years
we will have each other, beautiful company
twirling our dances
until the end, the end of the ride
the end of time.