A Leaf In The Stream Of Creation (His Angel Boy)

Chapter 111: Hearts Entwined.

~Leto~

'We always planned

to frolic in a meadow.

But our plans were seldom more than just talk.

Sometimes, they were simply pretty words,

to keep us fooled.

Not to mock goal makers,

not to knock dreaming,

or even over achieving...

It's just ~ movers and shakers,

we are not that anymore.

Two thirds of our time is,

thinking up ways to NOT do things.

But that never excluded the one feisty frolic we both feel,

we have waiting in us,

wanting out.

We behaved....age appropriate,

no doubt.

And that was cool, a bit of a bore,

we laughed at the getting older thing,

groaning when standing up,

that one bad knee,

that proud peristalsis.

Our 'more' was sitting on the deck,

a pit for summer grilling,

a chiminea for happy fire

to ward off winter chilling and, watching the sun go down.

We had atrocious fights, and I would see his face in my regretful words.

But we took our fights and

and said, "To hell with it."

Being crazy together

beat the shit out of being crazy alone, plus we were still

just stupid enough to kinda sorta

want to...believe in being in love.

The horizon, like the roll of a pair of dice,

was different every day...

pinks and oranges, reds and yellows.

Perhaps gray and dismal,

or sometimes brilliant solar beams

splaying into the heavens, like shattered silvery glass.