Crazy amazing

Here we are looking back, lost in memories and kind encounters. Seemingly unmoved by the unmeasured exuberance these times have left us with. We forgot. Now we remember those precious days. Lifted from the earth so careful. Leaving the shapes of our wild bodies in the ground, wrapped in fallen leaves. You are incredibly warm. Always. The holes held us safe, covered by boulders that dented and leaned a little towards me, then you. How we were is soon forgotten, what we have become takes over the way we started. Standing tall in the middle of a field, heart filled with truth, eyes glimmer from the honesty that we let fall into each others’ hands. Here is mine, it is bare. I catch yours as you gently let go of the string that ties it to your heart. Never did I imagine a three piece suit more fitted to the occasion. The moment you confess is the moment I do too.

These memories will rust, grow outdated and old, leave only traces of their once magnificent selves. Over time we will master how best to recall that moment, that exact moment when we both knew. Knew strong and true that this would be for us, that nobody else could do. Each second will become tarnished, bruised and forgotten. Save for a day when the skies clear and the winds die down, save for that one day when we will be granted unclouded memory of the beginning, we will never fully agree. You will never see how I see and I will never know how you know. We will sail in an endless sea and hunger for a quiet shore.  

I am looking at you, unbelievably strong. The now grips you, pulls you close much closer than you thought possible. Once you resisted, you no longer do. Hope grows in you like a thundering echo that forms after a glorious shout hits both sides of a canyon. The sunlight blinds me, you arrive. Out of nowhere, there was only dust before. My eyes trick me, the greens are violent reds, the blues are rivers of crimson, the greys have disappeared to be replaced by blinding whites. The calls I hear are alluring, never have I wanted to resist less. This is how I see you, true. This is how I want you, honest. Maybe you are a passing traveller, maybe you are a settler. Maybe your song will fill my heart, maybe you will trace your steps to different beats. Maybe I can only see you now, the haze will soon cover you. But I will not move. I may bend, from time to time I may give in to weakness or a more charming melody, but I will never turn. I will never turn.  

This is how I remember. You somewhere far away, me surrounded by trees and birds. Your words travel to find me, my heart leaving in such happiness to search for yours. Then the meeting and great collide. Everything around us fell, exploded, bloomed, ripened in unison. I never want to tell myself anything different than the truth. I never want to look back and not see what we have now. I never want to cage you to remember this as anything else than it is. 

In this moment we are held, carried by a light breeze, drifting in unmeasured grace and unbelievable love.