I’m holding on for dear life.
Passing seasons have changed me
Causing me to flutter about in the wind.

My spring colors once ran bold and true,
But that, my love, was before I met you,
You, the Winter of my life.

Cold, cold, you.

If my heart had hands
Your name it would write.

If my head had arms
It would hold you with all might.

Since my heart and my head
Lead the way

My feet will carry me to you
Without delay,

Without delay, my love,
Should you but call me.

She rested upon his words.
Conversation-lips slip
Beneath to touch the
The painful realities of her
Loveless comforts.

The world was never real
To her.

She rested upon his strengths.
Restraining sinew knew
Of warmth, he offered up
To touch, to hold within her,
The leaps and bounds hope.

And,
This world was never so real.

We,
The nest.
I, the twigs,
You the branch.
Our eggs safe
Nestled within.
Until the day
Our fledglings fly.
With open hands
We cheer them
upward.

I reach up with fingertips
And gently touch your lips.
You, hovering above,
I beneath.

A myth I choose to kiss
As your tears drop
Into the palm of my hand.

And I gave myself to you
As our window on this time
Closed like a precious capsule.

Your heart opened wide,
Your gentle concern
Enveloped my heart forever.

Things could get very dark very quickly
But let's not call for a hearse just yet.

We're on a speeding freight train
Headed for the light at the end

Of a long and dark tunnel
Just keep your eyes on the prize.

We'll soon be blasting through
To the other side!

A sun the color of a bellini only neon was on the rise.
And it was well on its way to beautiful!  What a sun!

It was swimming in a pool of extra cherry in the O.J.

The world goes round and who knows when the start was.
It's just another day waiting for Paradise.

I'm not counting time, just making time count.

Clicking off the precious days of life,
And I'm having fun.  All the while knowing

My Paradise will soon come.