Outlaws

Imagine for just this moment,

dream of it

if you can my love,

that this wasn't just a room
of stern circumstance and a bed,

and that standing here
we had a view

and a sure path behind us,

signed cobbled and lit;

a way home.

Picture a beckoning dusk,

an enchanted horizon,

splashed with impetuous colour,

peppered with possibility,

rolling enticingly away
to another day
in another place,

but always too,
just there,

a sure way home.

If it were so

and we were still us,

would you stay still right here,

to breath it all in,

or with me even chance ahead

to newer days and dusks? 

Or would you simply choose
my love,
to turn alone and run,

along the sure way home?