shimmering lights
cars passing over the snow
the shadows of tommorrows forecast
a dense cloud of uncertain moments
doubt served in solitude never helped anyone
recall the things that we honor
I was rocked slowly in a chair as a child
every year there was at least a dozen adventures
on the water
the briny taste of the Gulf of Mexico
I now feel the pressing of her body next to mine
her laugh filling my heart with grandiose plans of world domination
the sand at our feet absorbing caressing
it felt as if it would never end
reminds me that
at ten my only desire
to explore the woods
and travel to space
is it so different
maybe it is just as lofty
to want to hold your hand in mine
a little longer