Letting go… there

Let’s make love where the sky ends
Come with me there, today
I’ll pick you up at the end of the tunnel
If you get stuck
My breath will sweep you in my arms where you can rest

Don’t bring your wings
They’ll burn when we will pass the sun
Don’t bring balloons
They’ll deflate, making you frown

I have a window empty seat inside my soul,
A front row in my thought;
So you can glide and change the view

Don’t bring your luggage, any
We won’t stay long
Less than a speck of time, I promise
You’ll be right back,
I will roam at the edge of there
That glimpse would sleep
Just tucked inside of us, forever