all these sighs and crescendoes awake for you,
flowing together so tenderly, so recklessly,
and you perceive it all, with a soft smile,
even as those around you patter on, stoic, deafened by obligation.
You do not mind for the music is in you
and it now seems to permeate everything —
every shining leaf, every touch trembles with vibrato;
all of Creation sings, awash in splendor.
you would not leave my thoughts, my tedious ruminations,
as I travelled home beneath the twilight sky,
cruising around bends that familiarly ache like home
for I have slowly absorbed the geometry of them.
I could not forget your eyes shut tight
and arms in flurried, fantastical motion
as you propelled yourself forward
in complete trust and joyful oblivion.
You reveled in the overpowering potential
of merely being alive on this planet:
in the complexities, in the breadth and depth,
in the everythingness life brings,
cordially summoning the unknown
with the aim to befriend it.