Dawn arrives and your spirals imprint the sky;
I coast toward the lemon pink rings that glide tenderly upward
It would be easy to slide towards the dark as it’s barely morn,
but then,
I envision you under the summer skies, holding your dream–
the one we shared for what…
a couple of years now.
I want it for you; I want it for you
I. Want. It. For. Us!
So I let that lemon pink ring become my wings and I soar
towards your dream coming to fruition;
ripening;
falling–not too far from that tree.
