take my hand and climb with me…
Slow Show ~ The National
Morning washed, clean. Skies, leaden. And grey, as gun metal. Funny, how. Perspective, changes. Everything.
Blue cranes, dance. In joyous, courtship. Signs, appear. Everywhere.
A farm, gate. I never saw, before. Offers, affirmation: ‘Good Hope’. A license plate, confirms. This is, ‘2Dream4’. My iPod, shuffles. Random songs, significant.
Synchronicity, abounds. I feel, my heart. Grow light.
I missed you for, for twenty-nine years…