I come to you
with sweet words
with my heart as a flower in spring
the truth on my teeth
my head full of tales from when I was young
when you were all I thought and ate and saw
when you laughed and I dreamed
when silence meant happiness.
I come to you
my hopes riding on the clouds
that we would fall and we would stand
we would cry and we would laugh
in synchrony, each with the other
standing the test of time
strengthening the ties that bind.
I come to you
my arms outstretched
wanting the embrace that calmed me
wielding an olive branch
a tune in my head
a song on my lips
“Come to the middle
the middle is just fine.
Fine for a truce
a truce that satisfies .
A satisfaction that makes us come
a coming to joy.”
Claimer
- I really do have a tune in my head for the last six lines.
All in this life's journey... 