The cool breeze flows away,
carrying away things not to stay.
The warm sun sets,
paying off its debt.
Your hand wrapped in mine,
how our fingers intertwine.
Is this a promise we cannot keep?
Magic working while we sleep.
A hope only to be let down,
If we cannot control, we just drown.
A simple breeze through the air,
brings a swirl of things; it's hard not to stare.
A breath taken in too deep,
maybe a promise we cannot keep.