Ascending A Staircase of Understanding
nestled between your arms
and the meandering multitudes
cease and wonder.
I take back the minutes with you
and hand them to the great spirit.
In total darkness,
I arrive back to the origins of myself
a current which cannot wait
to hear your words sprouting spring day
surprises underneath the copper sky again,
My temptation is to runaway with
that exact second out of the millions
which document our enchantment
this for eternity.
your hour glass
and I am left to count the sand
A puzzle of life in action
which is subdued by
but yet unequaled
as of now.