Northern Wind's Waltz

You write for me, I'll write for you, that's the way it should be
Mangled up brain waves and steady heartbeats
Thoughts processed on the screen and 
Random lines thought up with little inspiration.
You write me a love song, I'll give you a poem of doubt. 
The compass leads you North,
but I stay nice and cozy tucked up in the clouds, 
because if Northward bound is what is normal, 
I want to stray from the compass. 
Slow down, the speeds at which we are pummeling 
Each other with words is beyond abnormal.

Following the compass slowly feels
as if the trails I'm taking will lead me
to Hades lair, where all of my despair
may begin to inspire the very thought of reaching
towards your ninth cloud and handing
you a shred of what I have left, yet the trust
I yearn to throw towards the heavens seems
to be following the natural sways of the planet's wind, to which I eagerly set afoot and travel towards in hopes that my song will perform with your poem

My words flow with the oceans towards the gulfs,
Where they collide so softly with the music you are handing me.
The compass is at a loss for what to believe and in this confusion
It points to where it wants for once, instead where it has always been told to
Slowly it all unfolds and knees are gently shaking with the effort 
To stand tall and unabashed
The shyness that effected it before unfolds, 
And there's a composition of beauty

Aloft the gentler grass rests the dancing notes
and prized emotions of your words, and as they twirl
I feel the slight urge to smile and laugh, perhaps bowing
as the symphony continues onto the next movement, the
conductor swaying his baton with the wind, the gust pushing
me forward to ask a question, yet alas the burnt request
inside my throat peels away my sense of depicting reality
and surrealism, and so I ask: May I have this dance

It's unlike any other waltz, 
It's a fox trot of two souls that wandered long enough to feel 
Themselves grow old and decrepit, like withered leaves and abandoned branches
I feel an itching in my cheek where a smile could appear with a bit more effort, and I feel the trees and pulling at my teeth 
So that I could present you with those pearly whites and make this performance correct and complete,
So with a little push of the fire, I'm ignited

The warmth resonating within your hands
catch my fingers, springing in each and every
direction, the fires dancing in pairs as the soft
shine from your hiding smile steals the last oxygen 
my lungs could comprehend as life
And here is where I could only allow myself to trust
the wind, my song, your words, our piece of unsure
certainty, and exhale as my heart trips over the amazing
thought of dancing with you while the song continues