The ordinary is now far,
far beyond my fingertips.
I'm afraid
"let those fears melt away"
Grasses flourish
mine a bit further
extending out through the chest
and entwining with another
squeezing desperately
visioning gold encrusting our tie.
though, we are not sealed
with an impenetrable bond
threads are frail
and for this to work
it takes two grips to hold on