We painted pictures in the stars,
gazing beyond a journey that will never be ours.
But we dreamed about it anyway
and longed to be in each other’s arms.
For the dreams were all we had
as we made love between the Moon and Mars.
The universe watched, placing memories that will never be forgotten,
as we looked upon each other,
and the future joined the dots.
So we chanced upon our dreams!
And spent time going to extremes;
without the need for screams!
In the lightness of our esteems.
Until one day, we spoke about how the years had slowly past;
with all the time that was ours,
completed with all those simple tasks.
The dream we made from a distant past.
We made it,
and that was all we really asked.