Maps are folded and re-folded into pocket sized destinations of our own heart’s desires
Routes become numbers and numbers become moments as the planning cycle, with yellow highlighter in hand, presents a “look forward to” scenario
Beyond windows of curtained belief and hedges shaped like poetic scribblings calls to me
The sidewalk of chalk marks in hopscotch etchings, faded from the sun and foot smeared play dates, leads to that place of affection filled dreams
And I see over the next sunrise a highway, empty of detours and beckoning openly
To this heart, from another, on windswept invitations penned in frilly fonts and colors of imagination, reaching deeply inside and holding tightly
A glance back at what is left behind brings a smile, for what waits ahead is now everything new
In the grand scheme of things, what is found chiseled in fate proves that destiny is a destination of dreams, of hopes and of love… if the journey brings me to you