One Part Them, Three Parts Us

Part One

Fly away from the sun.
Come, your majesty. For today, we live!
Into the night, we sail.

Limits? The sky is only the beginning.
Break the atmosphere. Disturb the peace.
Aim for Heaven, even if we're already there.

Part Two

No evil can break us apart. No torture no bombs no mutant newts or reptiles no supervolcanos or supervillians no underground lairs or ladies' underwears no asteroid impacts or immanent disasters no guns monsters hates incompetance un-imagination de-humanization, nothing. We can be separated for one hour, one year, one decade, two decades, it'll always be the same when we reunite.
No amount of time can lessen the love, burn out the whick of the candle, blow out the flame, extinguish the fire.
It's locked in a moment only WE live in, locked in a room where yesterday cannot get to us, we're already inside and we have the key.
Yesterday calls, but we dont listen. It's too extemporaneous, too unknown. Too daring.
But tomorrow is better because we grow, not shrink.

Part Three

When I get around you I smell peppermint and biscuits, and I don't even know why!!
What's wrong? Can't sleep at night? Dreaming of kangaroos again, I see...
My dear... The world is ending.
Yeah I know.
What do you want to do?
Live.
But what about tomorrow? After the world is gone, Love will no longer exist. What is a universe without lovers? What is it's meaning?
To be.
But... Without love!
But, my darling, the universe can never BE without love. Not as long as our Love is true.
What do you mean?
What are we made of, but little tiny particles of dust? A disassembled ship can still be a ship, once those pieces are put back together again.
But that can take billions of years!
Then it will.

Part Four

Somewhere on the glorious starboard, a dust collector sits with his net and toolkit, ready to make any repairs.
And on this beautiful home, decaying, rotting, fires are set ablaze, sirens are set off, horns are a-blowin', catastrophes' erupting in every corner of the world!
And yet, we sit, calmy, patiently, holding hands, never taking eyes off each other, completely oblivious to everything that goes on around us.

Because
All of the people
All of the sounds
Everything...
They've all been drowned.
Drowned out by a sound.
A magnificent sound.
A hopeful sound.
An everlasting song.
A song that only we can seem to hear.
And that is the sound
Of our own
Heartbeats.