and return to me

as the energies converge again in time
no one moment in place defines it
doing the feelings a favor by existing
reaching out to you once more
each time I think of you is better
talking to you
until I can no longer
resist the urge to show my talents
now I dance my future
taking your hand in mine
over the sun, past the moon
meant to be here upon your mind
even as I crawl to our joined ideal future

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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