Before the night is done

"Breathe," she suggested,
as they careened through the whistling wind,
in updrafts of gale storms they held each others' thoughts
and raced toward the darkest of nights.
"Smile," she proffered helpfully,
for the moment about to pass is all there is,
for in spite fo the screaming debris
in spite of the latent regret,
the supernatent anguish,
we had the wherewithal to soak in the spinning stars
and the dizzying moon.
"Spread your fingers wide," was the recommendation she gave,
and "Grasp with warmth" the sunlight that filtered through the coughing dust.
And so they did,
and fell.