Looking up

Love is a many splintered thing..
Leaving shards of your heart
in everything you touch.

Swing high on a clean white birch,
that bows and sways down the spine
of it's etched white trunk.

smooth to the touch
and so tuned are the movements,
that before I should stop -
I feel wind past the pitch
as I am tossed to breezes

such fine movements invite me
to moments of clarity
and invitations of confusion
as I rest in the outstreched.
Among the cover of shroud
and blinking white sun.

because Yesterday my life looked back and said I am you,
I will remember Today you as though you are now.
..and Tomorrow, it will soon become as it will never has been.

*first post*

It's all about the now..