January 25, 2010

Cutting out little pieces of fun.
Fingers dancing across the blacks and whites.
Sharing the moment.
One's sleeping, the other thinking, the third smiling.
Lying down, leaning back, sitting still.
My limbs are still but my heart is flying.
Opening gift boxes.
Expressing love with alphabets making up words on a card.
Reading and remembering.
Sentences of conversation bringing up distant forgotten memories.
Milk at 1 a.m.
Genesis?

Life is sunny, life is grey.
We move on; He remains.