Oh, there is the great likelihood fun would become us!
We’d get along famously and fall into friendship, the depths of which….
Do you fear we’d find fault, and in a flash, some short fuse blows?
I figure we’d flirt with life, day in, day out, as Fourth of July fireworks.
A Grand Finale ad infinitum….
The fact of us, fostering the good fortune of our hearts feeling again.
It’s been forever….
The promise echoed
Will not be denied
You will not see these eyes again
One heart and one line
Is all that will rise
I cannot confuse who I am
Some book or some manual somewhere
Warns of delusions as grand
As the ones
With the knowledge
There are sunrises refusing to hustle
And sunsets equally reticent
But for my permission and wink
Rivers refuse to empty to sea
And winds wait in luffed sails
Lest my right hand’s at the helm and my left holds the lantern at 2:44 in the morn’
Artist’s notes will not paint
Or give wings to the heart
‘Til I dream that our feet give them grace to dance with
The Firework’s grand finale
Along with The Checkered Flag
For my nod
I am grand