like children playing
basking in all that is unspoken
like the magic of laughter
or a nightmares decay

watching our faces change
sculpting them like clay
our lip corners linger upward
a metaphoric embrace

endorphins rushing
filling us freely
euphoric bliss has found it's way

we eat we sleep we breathe

not mechanical
but biological

we grow we love we feel

we'd be wise to learn from trees

no self loathe
no flaws

if we look long enough
we're free - to understand & see
a reflection of ourselves

no longer filled with longing,
no longer safe,
no longer sacred,
is instead solely a barricade  
that we've created equally
made to keep our unscripted hearts at bay
getting better by the day
easier now to keep a distance
that puts arms length to shame

hearts can really dive with deep infatuation
caused half by admiration
the others unknown fascination
I'm trapped outside
while my insides are emancipated
is it possible to be alive
during reincarnation?

can you watch the sky?
I mean can you sit & give nature your time?
be still and listen
simply give her the patience she needs
instead of staying blind to life
scrambling for a screen to hide behind
too digitalized to care
if the moon is out tonight