Let's live this all again
this life,
in a utopian dream
by that cottage on Galloway
where the robins chirp, on the freeway
of hope
of faith
of scarlet sanguine
as skylarks irk to our presence
mere souls in latibule
in infinitesimals of universe
no grievances
no accusations
no trespasses for absolution …
Let's live this all again
this love,
by shore of that beautiful lake house
we always dreamt
with a garden of cherry blossom
and yard full of daisies
listening to the tides, breach
as ripples in our hearts, coalesce
meeting the everything-ness inside
in dusk, two naked souls
embracing the monikers of light
away from adjudgment
of rights
of wrongs
of reasonable doubts …
Lets live this all again
this date,
on a clean slate
where the past is a prologue
and future left to surmise,
living the present as promise
no more dangles or worries
no hoping for some uncertain reassuring
where we would just be shadows,
of our former selves
a little absorbed, a little parched
a little wiser, a little foolish
where no one would notice us
for the weeps
but instead, remember us
for our smiles
in bliss
in sores
in trepidations of the unknowns …
©️ Rainman 2020
