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...