As it were,

Were we ever as?

As happy,

In all things we were?

Were we ever to recall,

a time for us to play in the feilds of memories grand in scope and adventure?

Were we ever too engulfed,

Enwrapped in ourselves that we lost the venture  to bend,

and not break?

Can we as people truly grant ourselves a place to play,

a place to behave,

a place to render the us into a oneness of nothing ,

a nothing without one another?

Were it a way,

a mother may i?

a red rover to send a better half right over?

were we in ourselves ever,

that lucky clover?

To be found and wished upon in a moments notice,

of embraced grace,

as to for a mere chance,

a thought in flight so foolish in its romance,

were we ever to dare to be or capable in a slight of hand,

someones lucky, lucky place to be?

I dont know about you, but for me,

that place i have graced all but the simplest of fools as me.

one of a kind, yes, i am indeed,

that one  of a kind that i failed to grace such a safe and wonderful place to be.

Interesting, how we seem to do this to ourselves.

yet i find that in this moment of sad and comforting of pains, a truth,

that you and so many others have been held higher and precious more often than the me of myself.

I can only guess that this is a finding that many of us find of ourselves.

And this, i find a far better thing than a sadness could ever bring.

For if you know what it is that i mean,

then dear friend you too, are truly important to me, and the best part of being human it seems.

here is to not being at the top of those wonderful things, as safe play grounds of our souls highest branch, and a place of beauty truly indeed be such a silly little tree.

For to me, is such a place i find the you in me.