Feel the feelings.
Quivering up your arm as the positive tension shakes in the air.
So cold, like eating snow.
This expansive wealth of circumstance.
Leaves you counting the coins of those around you.
You + Me.
Lost in a moment where you can’t sleep or dream.
What need is there but to just stop.
Hover, like a ghost; invisible in the snow.
You are the pioneer now of this love.
Staring up, hoping to find heaven.
Forgetting the footprints you left in your wake.
For the past disappears easily in the flurries.
In looking into my eyes.
Not knowing which direction the voice is calling you.
But still, you lead the way.
Still, you take my hand and cover me in safety.
The price of this time together, keeps rising.
Cash in those coins, that gold; for nothing comes for free.
Not at least me.
And what we have is priceless.
What we have, is our own.