We took turns to be misunderstood,
words turned to glass,
as winter took it’s last,
cold victory,
satisfying Spring,
painted and bathed,
a festival of love,
falling summer rain,
shattered blue sky,
little yellow strikes of burning light,
the sun shone through us,
we ignited,
kinetically delighted,
dark but fair,
deep and blue,
could what your saying,
possible be true,
I don’t like to stop to wander,
nor shall I let us stand here while I ponder,
every single second of every interaction,
chasing laws of maths,
she smiles when he laughs,