Spring love.

We walk those miles with each steep to be another laugh or chuckle about the more preferred places we could have nestled away our transportation. The moon to be lightly seen next to the mellow blue sky's. Our words overheard our care passed to the side as it is fine we are who we are not to be judged. The dirt would feel dry and uncomfortable on skin yet it marks our destination so we hold it high. The vehicles poorly placed and quickly abandoned. The sound of horns aside yelling excitement spontaneously sprouting in the air.

We with each steep found the color bloom from finger tips and spreed by hope. Nudging excuse me left and right, hold my hand follow me into the light. Follow as I show you the color of the wind hold me tight let us not part. Flowers break from the soil embracing newly cycled light,Trees re welcoming the spring.

Follow me under clearly blue set sky's fighting through the numbers upon numbers compiling inspiration. Mind your steep, not to slip, trip or fall we will arrive soon.Chanting beating in our heart making hands rise to the sky's above. Numbers nearing there end, suspense passed with a whisper to continue. A deep breath grabbing your heart from leaping out your chest.

Color blinding our sense of sound and direction. I am nestled in a cloud away from the touch I call reality. A foot a way in the clearance I see your smile and cant restrain my self from enjoying the same. I would leap forward to embrace my joy with a sealed kiss, but my heart refuses to take that risk. Coughing up my lungs and that sharp pain that drys my thought she holds me.