From here, to the time coming
The way by which the distance stretches
Is the way by which our love grows.
The fading sun,
Illuminating Big Ben in the
Fire and Fury of late afternoon light,
The sound of a city coming to life
As the day comes to a close.
A few glasses here, a few more on top
Place the long day away into a
Blurred night together in hopes
Of dragging youth back; we drink and push,
But in youth two hearts rarely
Find each other after a time apart.
So, we take age for what it is,
And know that the years ahead
Are brighter than what ever would
Have had before.