Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...
it starts with a crawl..
a bit of a bumble..
before I know it..
it is just a stumble..
but fear not, the trot is on..
soon the gallop will be anon..
till it takes wings to fly..
until you I am nigh..
then shall it be pleasure..
you and me my treasure..
amongst the stars and the moon..
as in our love we swoon..
and as we whisk past Mars..
it is Venus, brightest of stars..
that warns us to be aware..
of that constellation the big bear..
as through the milky way..
our path shall inevitably sway..
till satiated at the last..
we will begin our new fast..
till next time my dear..
it will happen, don't fear..
when the sun sets again..
that is when we shall..

begin..
again..