Slow motion, the first feeling of waking up
Weightless on the smokey breaths from the sweet fruit the night before
Jaded at first, brought to life by the orange and white sky of a summer’s reaching arm
Grasping you until every inch fills with warmth, a warmth only felt by
Trust
Brush the crushed blush away
Fear nothing but the minute on a comical level
You are in tune
As are the waves of truth playing sweet melodies into your opinions of the world
The people
The men and the women
Wishful bliss leaves you as you are dropped from the sun into the rain
Happy gathering.