Two Wallflowers By The Window (ii)

: Dear Jon (for when nothing ends, forever seems short)

Please take me along with you to another planet with different hue of blue orbiting a cold sombre sun floating among watchful bunch of unnamed stars hidden by the arm of that one faraway lost galaxy where time doesn't exist and light shines in faint melancholy.

Because everything is temporary, so protempore please let my brief moment with you lingers a moment more.

(After all, am I not your Silk Spectre?)