My Running Wings

I remember the walking we did in a memory of gold
Kicking leaves, I carried a bundle of coats. It was cold.
But you were warm, and good at clutching tightly.
You took my arm and we danced and talked lightly,
Following your laugh on the hill carried me 'til 3am.
I was captivated by eyes that had volcano gold I could see in them
I was deep in them, unfreed but in mild panic hemmed,
Feeling these moments could not be stemmed;
No one had dented your running spirit then.
You believed in love; not 'if' or 'why' - but 'when?'
Wild Mustangs could have run with us and I saw you liked me
Looking back at you. I didn't realise that you were like me
and now I've become you.

From the second of our re-acquaintance we both were hopeless to know
That we'd never have anywhere even nearly as crucial to go,
And so came here together
A new place of many weathers, where you teach me what is forever.
You knock off my edges and I am sanding yours,
You cut me and drew red anger -
I apologise if in colouring you I have drawn you blander
For you are are to me like the rainbow's source,
Colouring the fabric of my landscape's course,
I love to be the breeze so you can fill your wings,
But I'm so silent I never tell you things
That fill my mind, I want to soften and come unhinged.

I'd while away hours whispering nothings and sharing heat.
You're still the angel draped in [Rhodesian] white sheet;
Your breathing rises and falls; you need to be at peace.
And so does life. We rise on a breeze
And together one day we'll fall wrapped in ties
Our separation will be like the land from the skies.
Like sycamore whose fall comes first is the wing
The other; the seed that does the downward dragging.
In our wake they'll say we started in love and we'll leave sapling love to grow behind us.
I'm in hope and 'I AM' - indeed and why?
Because she's the kind of girl that needs a lot of love attention,
She's bold to go far with it when no one else will dare -
One step beyond the norm accepted,
I am and will be – because she is a rock that is rare
And in some way when you lean back in love I'll be the chair.