Floating on the breeze as a seed from the cottonwood tree. Happily drifting through the light of day. Through the fine lines in the air that can sometimes be seen when you look really close during the quiet moments. On and on, happily drifting away.

Dreams drift down as deadlines come up. So hard to compensate business with pleasure. Regardless of wants, needs implicate themselves so much that we sometimes forget what was desired in the first place. Born again life and all that remains is what I originally wanted yet now cannot remember. Feeling like the crumbs of toast that appear on the stick of margarine sometimes.

I long for the moment when time stops and all that can be heard is the beating of your heart. Your exhale, the words that ride on a single breath. As you turn and smile a frozen frame remains in my mind though I can barely look at you when you do it. Angels would blush at the sight.