Salvation Poem- from coal country series

One moment we are planning
trepid little movements, that
would trump the version
of a nightingale's love song;
and the next moment we say
farewell and goodbyes- because
we want what we want!

Somewhere closer to your home
that summer, I had just wanted
time to stand still- I had wished to
to move as fast as the speed of light,
to whiz past Universes and head right
into the heart of the Milky Way Galaxy;

to stand at the edge of visibility and
look at my future and everything
I know recede into a big black hole,
so that I could see every thing that would
and should happen in front of me,
and may be then I would do it right.