perfect loop

Should time stop I wish it would,
and bound us in a loop.
The moment we light the signs
and stars never slip from its course,
illuminate with wild colours of your presence.
Every night in its perfect repetition

The heroine never failed to charm.
The dead denied gravity every time.
Even after infinite rerun it will always be
the perfect moment of us.
Never to cease into complexities,
a cosmic wreckage as time keeps moving.