Driving yesterday, Friday
Suddenly, my periphery
I saw you
You saw me — singing, maybe
Our worlds, long since finished colliding
We, continued
I singing, still
“Why are you alone?”
The music sneaked up on me to ask
Caught me off guard
My voice was in another world
Singing of a lover’s soul
So I sang soul music to explain
Loud, because of my soul’s pain
I am told of a song worth singing
That the curveball I ought throw life, in perfect pitch, sounds something like this:
“I’m gonna love you like no one has hurt me
I’ve known just sunshine
Wild imagination, deeply invested
Forever, we’re fine”
This, the lore, these sage storytellers I keep company with implore I believe that
A song I must sing, I am told
Original Thought Credit: “Come Rain or Come Shine;” Music and lyrics by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer, respectively.
Collide now with me
Regenerate where we land
Branch we, out again

Design Credit: Taliesin II Floor Lamp; Frank Lloyd Wright
Walking dogs in the Sunday morning sunshine
Surprises for eachother to find
Maybe pancakes, or a new rocking chair
Building upon last night’s love, for today
Today
Is altogether theirs
Once a mountain there was
And a woman most worthy
As any woman is
Taking aim, then falling away
With purposeful looking
Set sight on a different mountain
On being a different woman
And she is allowed
As any woman is
Disappearing words
Neither written, whispered nor
Engraved on my heart

This
To pour myself into
My all of me whereto
There only remains
This
That
The taken away
Old ways of my days
My gratitude covers
That
I’ll tilt to the left
So you may stay standing tall
We’ll both wear sunshine
Unknown couple, at the water, wearing shine