I am unemployed by your desires.
I am driven from the root of myself to be.
Directional within the comfort of the sun.
Laid out bare because we have already won.
Love is a past and a future. One I find myself walking bare foot in,
the strings of yesterdays dropping their knots and the leafs dancing their yellow and rust colored chorus lines, sweetly, and to the western facing wind.
The fear has all but gone and the days are passing on.
In my hands I will hold you, and I ask for you the same.
I don’t need mountains of glory, or castles in the stars,
I want a hand to hold me and a voice to whisper sweetly our names.