Perspective

Walk with me through the evening dew

and sodium vapor yellow, of a summer night.

a backward glance at what is real?

It’s time for some perspective

Home, Hand, little feet

and you… amazing you.

Lay with me my love on fields of white

and swirls of color surround us

a backwards glance at what is real!

it’s time for some realization?

Close, warm, submit

to it all.

talk with me as the hours slip away

and I’m not sure where we are

a backwards glance at what is real?

It’s time for some acceptance

You, me, mine, yours

and we…

remaining a question mark,

for now but just only