Moments On A Painted Landscape
The first time you feel wet sand curl around your toes at the ocean.
Running towards a wave, and then running away, not understanding its power.
The fire of the earth spreading across the horizon come six o'clock on a New Mexican fall day.
Watching shafts of light dance like fingertips over the edges of a cliff.
The first time you knew you were in love, and the second, and the third.
Those eyes, those bewitching eyes, and the history preplanned to be played out on a stage.
The curve of your hand against a loved one's waist, and the shuddering thought of its loss.
Why do we fear to touch? When we get older?
The first time you went with your family to the movies; the smell of popcorn and sticky floors.
Waiting and waiting, asking 'what time is it?', waiting for the movie to begin.
Take us to a new world!
A day in July with a sky so blue you think you've never seen blue before.
Not this blue...
Firecrackers, the smell of a carnivals and fairs, and the sounds of unbridled freedom.
Crawling into your parents' bed at night after experiencing a fear you can not explain.
The smell of burning firewood, and the trails of wind the leaves make in October.
We are all so warm and loved huddled inside our shelters.
Running wild and so unlike ourselves when the moon is out.
The first time you said 'I love you', and the last time it was reciprocated with honesty.
Betrayal, and lessons learned.
These are moments on a painted landscape.
Running towards a wave, and then running away, not understanding its power.
The fire of the earth spreading across the horizon come six o'clock on a New Mexican fall day.
Watching shafts of light dance like fingertips over the edges of a cliff.
The first time you knew you were in love, and the second, and the third.
Those eyes, those bewitching eyes, and the history preplanned to be played out on a stage.
The curve of your hand against a loved one's waist, and the shuddering thought of its loss.
Why do we fear to touch? When we get older?
The first time you went with your family to the movies; the smell of popcorn and sticky floors.
Waiting and waiting, asking 'what time is it?', waiting for the movie to begin.
Take us to a new world!
A day in July with a sky so blue you think you've never seen blue before.
Not this blue...
Firecrackers, the smell of a carnivals and fairs, and the sounds of unbridled freedom.
Crawling into your parents' bed at night after experiencing a fear you can not explain.
The smell of burning firewood, and the trails of wind the leaves make in October.
We are all so warm and loved huddled inside our shelters.
Running wild and so unlike ourselves when the moon is out.
The first time you said 'I love you', and the last time it was reciprocated with honesty.
Betrayal, and lessons learned.
These are moments on a painted landscape.
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