Don't like thinking of what may come,
it can take from the moment,
dilute future fun,
gazing on the moon,
while dreaming of sun,
forgets to walk, as craving run.
But sometimes I see us
laughing in arm, exploring the wild,
ignoring alarm, raising to smile,
touring our spin and erasing  riled,
face to face warm,
shaking seams to
wondrous form.
Side by side in summer storm.
Astral fireworks over head,
lay together in bed;
don't like thinking of what will come,
it dilutes future fun,
but
just
for this moment
I'll think on this one.