One of those mornings,
With rain to weigh the heart down and sunshine to bring it higher than ever,
Everything in my sight was brighter, and time slowed just for a moment.
Birds were heard all around, music filled every empty space
And past tense didn't exist, all was is and now.
//
Slowly getting out of bed and going outside,
The door opened and I saw her crying.
I didn't ask what was wrong...
I took her hand and we walked through tears from the sky.
She didn't cry from then, or rather...
We cried together.
//
She grasped my hand; the simple touch was invigorating.
"Do you love me?"
With a certain smile I proclaimed,
"Yes."
We didn't talk,
We didn't look,
We didn't listen.
We held each other for an eternity.
//
Looking then, the sun peered above the clouds,
The rain stopped and she walked away from me.
A smile, a wave, and the grass under our feet.
Our story was told.
-Milton
With rain to weigh the heart down and sunshine to bring it higher than ever,
Everything in my sight was brighter, and time slowed just for a moment.
Birds were heard all around, music filled every empty space
And past tense didn't exist, all was is and now.
//
Slowly getting out of bed and going outside,
The door opened and I saw her crying.
I didn't ask what was wrong...
I took her hand and we walked through tears from the sky.
She didn't cry from then, or rather...
We cried together.
//
She grasped my hand; the simple touch was invigorating.
"Do you love me?"
With a certain smile I proclaimed,
"Yes."
We didn't talk,
We didn't look,
We didn't listen.
We held each other for an eternity.
//
Looking then, the sun peered above the clouds,
The rain stopped and she walked away from me.
A smile, a wave, and the grass under our feet.
Our story was told.
-Milton
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A word. Or two. So strange, is this world. Is the human intellect. Why feel, when you can... feel. There's a subtle difference, one that so few could decipher. Milton, a dream, an epiphany, a poem. What a day, eh? In the end, you know the end. The end is set, in stone, in steel... in water. So don't crash, but flow. Flow like so many of us, and together we create a tide, a wave, a tsunami. There's hope, love, and a life for you that was, is and will be your destiny. Don't wait, but heck, don't run. Take it as it was, is and will be. Take it easy.
-Steve
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