Reckless

am I derelict
knowing now what I was uncertain of then
stuck in slow motion, pressing on air
tasting the promise
we both knew
yet, 
somehow refused to pluck from the tender bloom there

dancing on snowflakes
I slid
straight to the center of something less than ten
steps to nirvana

meet me in elysian fields
where we'll dance with reckless abandon
run across the midnight moon
all before daylight
all before the sun begins to hide

that is, if it's still summer
springtime is passing 
and winter is near
stuck in slow motion
holding back tears...