We Take A Journey

Falling, my stomach sucked to the stair
And such a sinking feeling, to wallow in despair
A hand across your eyes to test if you are there,
But all I receive coming back to me is a blank glare.

We move out doors where the wind softly blows
Pushing the ferns that lick your fingers and toes
And to the source of the stream, both of us knows
That life is not always what a thing will propose.

Slipping on stones, I hold your hand carefully
Lest you mistread and fall slipping away from me
It’s for that re-awakened glance peeping to see
That causes me to linger, as I forever will be.

A wind-swept face returns and I realize why
I waited ever so patiently, cracking the hours by
It’s that wholesome embrace that conjoins with the sky.