The dime, dime, shadow,hope,love,grooves,thicket,song birds,birds,relationships
Flat land spreads before us, white dime in blue sky,
no place for darkness; of which doubts and conflict hide.
Fingers laced, as passion holds them tight
I am awed to find not a shadow in sight.
Our carless feet command us forward, infatuation blinding our naive eyes
to the uncertainty and obstacles behind the wall of forest trees, awaiting our confused cries.
Unprepared we enter, into a vast domain,
our laced fingers fall to our sides, as our eyes begin to stray.
The dime is lost above treetops; down here doubts and conflicts hide,
the darkness is usnsettling and we lose each other at times.
We encounter seperate demons, we look for answers in groves unknown
after discovering not a path, we begin to make our own.
We stomp on thicket with naked feet, weave through mazes of thorns and weed
we come across many fallen trees; many obsticles of which ensure we bleed.
I, for one, admire the scars.
One might fall, or aim off our path,
to pick one up would be a mistake, to guide one back would be wrong.
One must sit with the fallen and stray with the aimless, for neither one of us
knows where the dime has gone.
We take turns at losing faith, at keeping love at hold,
but we sing each other songs of hope when even the song birds won’t.
We sight the dime in the same moment, as we are known to do
we lace our fingers once again as we find our love is true.
Warmth spreads through our soul, as we walk into the light,
I discretely search the ground, to find not a shadow in sight.