Floating Away Together, into Promises...

Sparks in between his fingers,
He let his hand rest on her waist.
Mesmerising tunes saturated the air,
and they swayed in the dark
away from the cascade of eyes...

Gently they glided, hand in hand, away from the new age symphonies...
A dark patch drew them in, his lips on hers and they became one soul for a moment,
and thus time became two, four and eight...
The weight of the world lifted, their lips parted and onwards they floated,
dazed,
but not a care in the world...