These days are moving

Grooving

To a slow breath.

Fogging up little memories,

And a heart making music.

And always,

We’re in and out,

Of smiling and looking,

High-fiving and walking.

Every thing found,

And every shiver shared,

Making a little thought hover,

On echoes

Tucked behind our ears.

And it can all change,

But when we’re always here,

And there,

The feel of the beat

Is sun and warmth

Of a world opening.

Touching a breathing heart,

And lights shining on bright eyes…

Everything i’ve ever thought

Is running with the wind,

All over everything

All over anything

With the power of time

Moving mountains of my mind.