they never should have been allowed up there

the two of them

cheek to cheek

slow dancing to the music in their hearts on top of the zepplin

the sounds of bombs falling

guns firing

explosions and distant cries of pain

but none of it mattered as they gazed into each other’s eyes

the starlight twinkling

the burning villages beneath them casting mood light

they were above it all

in love

intoxicated on just being together

a four count waltz

one two three

four

one two three

four

he pivoted, planted his hip and dipped her

she lets out a squeal of delight as the world spins

the air is cold this high up but there cheeks are flush

they move in perfect time

one two three

four

one two three

four

he was never a dancer but with her it just feels so natural

like he was born to dance with her

to hold her close and move as one

and in that instant two become one

the world ceases to exist

her blonde hair blows in the wind behind her and her eyes sparkle with joy

his eyes see nothing but her

her scent fill his nose and takes him to a sense of home

one two three

four

one two three four

it is just them

frozen in time