Balance, arm outs.
I’ll catch you if you fall.
Smell the fresh cut grass
and the scent of a barbecue on the evening breeze.
Hold me, and I’ll hold you.
You think you are always yang,
always darkness with a touch of light.
Who is to say
that the dark isn’t positive?
It could lead anywhere,
to anything.
A mystery.
A well of adventures
that I can take part in
simply by holding your hand.
Lie with me on the ground.
Let us laugh, let us talk,
let us truly live.
And not just now, in the moment.
Forever.
Because forever is only a long way off
if you view it that way.
So shake up your viewfinder and dust the lens.
Fresh eyes on a beautiful sunset.
Or is it a dawn?
Treeshallow Musings 