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.
Magical
as
smoke. . .
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.
allesor 