If there ever was a point in time
where two souls converge and meet as one..
_________
 
This is where the story begins.
This moment is so delicate
the scratching of pen on paper
would only scuff the memoury.
 
Sketchings of thought never occurred.
It just pieced together right in front of us.
The calm but anxious tension was there
Sitting in between the two of us.
 
The shadows danced in and out
Merely taunting our eyes with what could be.
Neither expecting an outcome.

I feel suspended by the frail threads of this life.
There is no more time for torn thoughts.
The melody in my head is keeping me afloat.
I hang high above the ground bathed in a soft sunset.

I want to grin but feel lost and blank of reason.
My head isn't clouded anymore for I have hold of something.
I have in my hand, your hand. I hold steady my gaze.
I am falling. Falling deep and endlessly into your eyes.

This brings me to a place I didn't know about.
It is still unclear to me where I am, but I am happy.
This life lost its grip on me. Its gravity does not bind me.
I walk in a weightless stride. I have you by my side.

The gentle lull of these sounds in my head
They make me lay down.
Down beside you.
I am so numb.

My time here
I don't know
What to make of it.
There's only one thing I live for...

I wake up every morning
To see your smile.
This presence beside me
Makes me feel alive.

Wonder how I have
Been living without you
For so long.
You make me feel alive.

We walk in the rain.
Raindrops.
They are as sweet
As your kisses.

Together we live like
There is no tomorrow.
I smile to myself
When you take my hand.

We lay these perfect
Footprints
In the sand.
Only we know why they are perfect.

The rain starts to
Pour down harder
I take you in my arms.
I love how you look at me.

Arms around my neck.
Breath on my chest.
Fingers in my hair.
Your heart flutters when I kiss your neck.

We sway in the rain
Holding our breaths
You make my
Life matter to me again.

As the sun approaches the trees gently sway their outstretched arms.
The stars soon decide to call it a day and return home.
As the trees start their days they seem to quietly catch a few songbirds in their palms.
Only the wise Elm trees know how to coax the few birds this winter morning out to sing.
A soft exhale then a quick puff to blow out the lantern is when the day finally starts for me.

The biting air keeps my cup of coffee close to my chest.
Eventually the cool colours blend into the morning skyline.
Watching lazily as my breath begins to disappear
The thought of rebirth comes to mind.... then slips away.

A forgotten yawn, and I take another drink.
My road to redemption is just the same. Forgotten.
I look up and watch the placid skies above.
I make a sudden lurch out of my seat, and leave.