Blindfold your way
towards a familiar journey,
your eyes are not the path to your soul,
it's by action that we ascertain
each others trust.
It's by the awareness of our feelings
we gain
each others love.
Go down the path unknowingly
unearthing newly exposed roots of
forgotten memories,
conceding yourself to the
sensitive sounds of subsiding waves
as the world shifts them to
another dreamers isle of introspect.
Give rest to your soul against the grass
as she unfurls her fingertips across your heart,
listening to the
cunning corvid coalesce
with the wind as she whispers
your lovers name through
sun soaked maple leaves,
still sweet with the sap of her laughter.
Breathing slowly to find the
warmth of the honey bee, as several glide around you,
bringing with them the
lavish scented lilac from times past.
Springing upward into
visceral pointillism paintings of
meals with close friends,
suspended by the joy of each others company.
Frame by frame
Scene by scene.
Close your eyes
embrace the darkness
find new ways to greet sunshine
as the taste of tomorrow beads onto your tongue.
