#caffeinated-enigmathing

O to live as flowers do - without fear, full of purpose.

Look, how beautifully they wilt and bend to storms with grace.

Eventually, like for us all with life, a day will come for them to die.

Kiss me in the moonlight on a secluded shore, where horizon bleeds into the distant darkness.

Months turning, spring to summer.

I'd feel better if I had been like winter.

Not caring, worrying about what comes next;

The frost that makes solid all that it touches, more

Take a sip of my lips, an intoxicating taste of happier times past.

Believing in the light it'll be different now, all perfect somehow.

Grief doesn't linger in summer's warmth, it thrives in the dark.

The cold autumn breeze carries it around again and we invite it back in,

I love darkness showing me, all the things I can not see.

Your hot breath grazing my neck, with sinful shades of sunset red.

Your lips lingering on my ticklish thighs, making them blush like pale morning skies.

Reminded of my own mortality, recently became obsessed with living - of all things.

And loving you is like breathing. Necessary and absolute.

Every moment so precious, replacing fear with gratitude.

Spring has arrived and with it this yearly restlessness.

My heart beats faster, breaths get shallower -

as if I'm racing to some unknown destination.

Maybe I should blame the sun for rising too early in the morning

or maybe the songbirds for waking me up to see it.

Colour is flooding back as the frozen rivers thaw,

bewildering wildflowers and feeding fluffy catkins on pussy willows.

It's a crazed frenzy of a mother bringing her children back to life.

I feel small and insignificant as I observe this glorious

Snowflakes in stasis just quietly floating there in the freezing winter air.

Like fragments of a memory of some past, familiar love - they sparkle in the light.

And it's not so dissimilar to what we know of magic, how they appear lucent.