No wonder my memories of you made by magical motion, whenever it flew with emotion that adhered to each mind at blowing notions.
Anyhow and anyway as always it finds ways, through our deep eyes that no longer keeps blindness.
In my willingness to feel colder than the warmest, I may decline your touch and choose to feel frozen while waiting for my forever to stay close.
so what now?
Engaging ourselves by the sun to light our own sky and let the bird fly.
