Two slices of whole grain bread

Almost breaking under the burden of the invisible mediocrity of the days turning from spring to summer. Breathing heavy with lungs that are thieves, shrinking further, becoming an outline that the gathering winds carelessly toss in and around. Tracing these footprints of lead, back to the same grind, almost bursting with silence, almost ready to allow each part to escape into a million pieces. In these younger days, with these perfect white clouds, under the kind kind summer sun, this is how I greeted you. 

You were gorgeous, almost unseen from the blistering sun. At some point we were strangers, then became friends. The heart that had been waking from the long wait found its way to the sun. Glowed with all its beauty in your path. We were off, took flight at the same time. The beat we heard, we felt in our lungs, we were drawn to the ecstasy and with arms thrown high in the air we shouted “thank you”. The union was forged somewhere between a sweet lullaby and a hymn for the soul.

We lay our bodies down on the soft grass, patches of freedom, unspoken empire of the lady love. Our heads were humming the notes that faintly sifted through the mesmerising trees. Lost in height, lost in the scents of the shaking earth around us, we filled our spirits with laughter, filled our hearts with song. Filled our cups with the sweet poison we wish for year after year. There in the hue of the setting sun, there with the ease of sipping life one moment at a time, is where I wish to go every time the clouds close up, cover with darkness a clear sky.

The days pass slowly then uncontrollably speed up, rush to see you again. Then I remind myself of the silence that I so reluctantly receive, so willingly give. Each adventure requires accomplices who know. Know how to skip and hop to the same beat. Know to hurry, know to kindly wait. Know to reach a hand that stands out amongst the thousand hands. Know how to sing out of tune. Know to fiercely hold onto the good, hold onto the heart that is for the keeping. This is where I wish to go. With you.