With You

Everything is fresh, new, new as we run through fields of possibilities like children. Our abandoned cares slip-stream, stretching away to disappear like ghosts in the mist.

Instead, we head towards the warm, warm blue horizon, hand in hand in hand and fearless. There is no tomorrow, only now.

The now of the deep, deep peace of certainty, the certainty of falling, falling, falling into your arms, into love, into the love that fills every tiny cell, every thought and every heart beat and tear, with you; with you.