Leap of Faith

On the night possessing considerable finesse, on the night of passion forlorn. ’Twas the day I met you dancing in the ocean-deep puddles of rain with an unforgettable youth’s bravado. You kicked away with your naked feet, and you ignored the booming thunder yelling in the distance like it was never there. I flinch at the flash of light in the air, while you dance on like it never happened. I am honored to bear witness to your dance of sorrow shining in all its glory, as I stand atop this grand clock tower. I share your sorrow from my first row seat, and yet I cannot act upon your silent plea, as I am consumed by a silent plea of my own. Your dance sends you soaring in the air with tireless wings, and yet I can see arms that are beckoning forth the deadly light violently kissing the surface of the earth from above. The unwavering flow of your silhouette tell me we are both chasing naught but shadows of dreams. What better chance have we got than to jump, and run from a heartless tomorrow? BOOM! With the sudden flash in the sky, I see a message sent from above delivered through your passionate movements. I see that your arms do not beckon me forth to Death’s embrace, but into the embrace of your warm Heart.

I would like to challenge @ChrisSadhill to write a response following the original prompt’s key words.