Growth Stirs Crazy

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.



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.