bonds.

these bonds

we make

they come back

and forth

they will wash over the way

waves endlessly

push and pull

between Earth

and the ocean

it is all a matter of gravity

some days

we are bound

others we fly

traverse in dimensions

where our soul is fit to breathe

nothing can linger for long

memory holds your essence

and I desire it the way

blossoms yearn to flourish

in the heart of spring

do not despair

when we arrive at the autumn

of our connection

we must honor that

nothing is ever in oblivion

we have simply sown the seeds

for other things to grow

apart from each other’s shadow

and gloriously into the sun

do not fear that which you have yet to see

the timid root embraced its face towards heaven

once it decided it wanted to be free…