"Smiling So Softly..."
...the feel of the world sifting down
`tween toes lifting as we each step-in-step
continue -
the "way"...
...sometimes I understand less
now -
of the entirety of the "all" from before...
The taste of real is harsh and thick.
It hurts to even stand still and
still we walk and pace ahead.
The sun - burns. The sky -
it shimmers with all we aren't
and yet still wish to be.
The voices sound all the paeans
-- as they swirl and twirl through our lives
and still we dream of memories
- some - we wish we had and
others we lost amongst the stars
we touched.
Chris