Infinite

We build our humor on childish imaginations and laugh while they look at us strangely,
We stand on crashing waves trying to find reason to wait for the sun to rise beyond the horizon,
We knot our promises in the tender moor where we met the beast that became our tormentor,
I missed all the remarks, and you ran at the first sight of rain,
The world sets, and we sit under the sky we weaved from the moments stolen in the blackest of nights,
And we realize that falling up meant nothing more than joining the slow dance of the endless stars.