could we imagine the
same moment?
would it dull the
experience?
all that mystery
and intrigue..
of what differs in
you from
me.
mindfulness
full weight upon
the pillow
eyes half open,
though she
snores,
in rhythm with
rain on
roof-
her dreams fog
up the
floor.
on the mind but
not in heart..
where it
best
be..
to truly
see
you for worthiness
you are-
beyond petty wants
and need.
dewdrops on
eyelids,
too luscious
to kiss,
rain drips from
hair tips,
a puddle of
bliss..
too deep to step
over-
so we slip
under.
windswept
hair..
and nary a
care-
’bout what others
see,
for she wears the
breeze
and her smile cuts
thru cold
with such
ease.
at park and
ride
i remained inside to
watch birds
land
on
“feeder man”-
a flock unshy
to human
hands.
at park and
ride,
i watched
time
fly,
on
break
unplanned.
we climbed vast
heights
to lower our
eyes
the world below,
beheld,
still
wishing
to find ourselves
and the
truth,
suspended over
worries we
knew.
wandered far
and wide
until all looked
foreign,
then sat and waited
for something
uncommon..
to
happen–
nestled into
stump of
tree,
when passer by
paused
to observe
me.
held in time
with you
on day too heavy
to carry
away,
making the most
of well lit
hours-
by not insisting
sunshine
stay,
in fresh puddles,
children
play.
resting on tin
roof,
transfixed by
perfect
view
of
all my eyes
reach,
scanning skyline
for distant
beach,
to wade through
in mind,
knee deep in
figment
tides,
till cool enough
to head
inside.
hands in the garden 
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