Inches

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The inches give way to feet, the feet give way to miles,

Miles grow to infinity as far as my brain is concerned,

A time shortly passed, but an eternity has only just begun,

I feel the air rushing beneath me as you grow smaller in the mirror,

The hum grasps my attention tight, and the world is opaque before I know it.

A plain in autumn, a twirl in a sea of tall grass,

Free, and wild; you are the air, you are the Earth,

You are the hearth that warms these nerves,

I feel your waves beneath it all, withering away my defense with each passing day,

The passion lifts my brain from this cold winter, and guides the bloom of spring,

It begs for you sweetheart.

Vesta knows too, oh she knows all of it,

That I’d chase you to any paddock you’d run,

That I’d steal you away in the night; dreaming of the void we’d call home,

So much of you left to discover, the excitement roils inside me,

The places you’d grow to love, the company you’d come to keep,

The secrets we’d share, the times we’d weave together,

They all trace back to you.

A future still unwritten, but these mountains were made to move me,

I’ll show you everything there is to see here,

I’ll ask if you’re ok, and that’ll worry you,

I’ll laugh to myself, and hold your hand,

You’ll grip tight, and I will grip tighter,

The clouds will consume us, and we’ll float higher and higher,

The peak is our starting line; space will be our liberation.

Our bond is ethereal; our fates everlasting.