day 2

"hold me dear,"

"i will,"

streams of consciousness, flowing through, with the speed of sound, not too quick, but quick enough to make more than an impression, tickling the pores of our skins, the gentle caress of invisible wind strings, and we'll do well to hold each other dear, before we fall to the ground, before we faint to the weight of our eternal burden, colours returning, heavy hearts, burning the hard hard cold fists of unbridled - that's why we feel alone - loneliness, and we should hold our hearts together, and somehow we'll find, underneath, the treasures of the mind and heart - because we try - and we'll be the ones who stay, in the race of no return, hard tracks of clay, yellow paint and sky blue cast, we'll follow each other, follow follow, the swallows who kiss the ends of tail, spear-heading, flanking, side-by-side, touching for assurance, the coasts of lands, over bodies, over oceans - we won't fall - we won't cry - we'll soar

*******

snow red, strawberries, or berries, just berries, in the sky above, falling to heal us, dust, from the mountains, the perpetual springtime finally move on to be winter, and we will be home, and we can abandon the gods, we can bear to be on our own - as long as we hold each other dear - and we will watch our hairs grow long (messy), morning, hear my snores, i hear your twisting and turning,

and we switch back, change sides, still loving...

"hold me dear,"

she faints.

and Inigo stood still.