Before I get to the poem proper, you must listen to this:

and I mean reeeeeallly listen to that shit, party people! Put on some headphones, turn off the lights, look up at the stars or take a walk around the block – let the unknown surround you.
and then you can read the lyrics (which I wish I’d written) here:
http://genius.com/Beach-house-levitation-lyrics
and then you can read the poem proper, which is my homage/response/love letter to this song and what I’m feeling from it.

This is it:

There is no right time
There is no right time
There is no right time
Yet when the grey hours come
In fifty more years
And our hair’s been bleached white
By our last, setting sun
And that place I’d hoped to take you
All those years ago
Stands just over the horizon
I’ll take this tree branch I’ve held for so long,
so long in these gnarled, crooked hands
And scratch your name in these dark, dry sands.
Then you’ll put your soft and wrinkled hand in mine
And tell me, “There is no right time. Never was a right time.
But now is our time to levitate.” And you’ll wink and say,
“Just because we want to.”
You’ll tell me, “There’s a place I want to take you.
There’s a place I’ve always wanted to take you.
Listen. Do you hear the train?”
And always, and always, and always
I go anywhere you want to
‘Cause for all these forever ever years
     you’ve blown my mind.
Oh how you blew my mind.