Who knew speech could be connected to footsteps?
I didn’t, before I met you.
Every step you take
carries its own conversation, its own beat,
its own theme.
Observations of ourselves,
down to our mirrors,
the characters we play or the roles we choose.
The sun can be high, or switch with the moon.
Dusty rock or marshland, it matters not.
The well you speak from never runs dry
as your steps don’t falter.
Unless you’re catching forty winks,