We are out of time.
So it is..
Such unharnessed power..
There are no gold eggs
Inside the bloody goose.
But now it is too late.
Love has dissolved over its thin line...
Breathe with the Tides.
Currents reverse and
winds change...
all the time.
...So maybe I will tickle you
next time you swing low,
near me,
Sweet Chariot.
I could gobble you up,
I love you so much.
We can't stop the
freight,
The past,
The momentum.
But we can fall into a pile of singing, giggles and pink bruises.
And be happy.