the fool's summer.

And we are the dreamers and the believers: the forgotten stories they used to tell.

And we are the bespoken and the downtrod: the glimmer of hope in every heart: saint or sinner: human or otherwise.

And we are the lost: the alien and the flightlings and the ones who speak the words that cannot be heard.

And we will be here waiting until the end of time: for that glorious momentous hundredth of the second where the world in another: brighter form existed.

And we are as you: and you are as us: and we will become the ones who span the crux of tempestuous eternity:

lovers desperate but blindingly happy: caught up in the mortal hands of immortal time: again and again and again.