Deep blue and green.
Pond of crimson grasped between a thumb and memory. . .
The breeze came and went along brightly and I was relieved to stare at the golden red in your hair.
Mental weariness clinging to the corners of the cob webs. Our journey undefined.
nets appear below out stretched feet.
Understanding smiles and continuous growth stirs crazy.
But with you I rest easy.
Dear universe let this U turn pass. Let this heaven be grasped.
Continuous, momentous growth is the point of this journey.
Walking through the tossing of the past, I clench your hand and ask for another day.