heaven bound

i.

leaves wave softly on the
quiet mornings i’m left with
obscure clear skies with
razor sharp reminders

the view is framed by
decades old trees
but the real barrier is
the soft blur over my vision

the one that lets me see
just enough of my future
to know exactly
where we’ll be

ii.

it’s rare, but
in this state the time
slips by, my seconds
as ethereal as yours

we feel in cycles
tides sway our tender moments
and recession brings stillness
that cracks the shore

we build our lives as
projects, piled on
dreams and fulfillments
ever near paradox

iii.

fire burns dead grass
releasing the growth as
ashed essence, a fading reminder
that we had, once

the flames lick impetuous
as we dance amongst them
we exploit these moments
find them freeing

at the end of it all
a fertile ground
empty,
but fertile