Here's something you might be interested in.
Forget for a minute
that you are afraid
and grab hold of my hand
like you did the day
we climbed over boulders
to eat lunch by the sea
and returned leaping
surplus stones carved
to cobble city streets,
left to weather the centuries
among frail flowers
and wind blown grass.
*
Leap like you did once before
from the sun setting red
over the dunes.
Let the sounds of the waves
assure you that too much
is also sometimes just
enough.
*
Don't let another year drift by
stubbornly convinced
that you are satisfied
with your self allotted
half measured cup.
*
Indulge in delicious
remembrance surrendering
suffocating indifference,
releasing the weight
of yesterday's constraints
to embrace tomorrow's
possibilities.
Forget for a minute
that you are afraid
and grab hold of my hand
like you did the day
we climbed over boulders
to eat lunch by the sea
and returned leaping
surplus stones carved
to cobble city streets,
left to weather the centuries
among frail flowers
and wind blown grass.
*
Leap like you did once before
from the sun setting red
over the dunes.
Let the sounds of the waves
assure you that too much
is also sometimes just
enough.
*
Don't let another year drift by
stubbornly convinced
that you are satisfied
with your self allotted
half measured cup.
*
Indulge in delicious
remembrance surrendering
suffocating indifference,
releasing the weight
of yesterday's constraints
to embrace tomorrow's
possibilities.