Two trees traversed the road to the sky; grew into each other, embrace eventuating in amalgamation; realised, one.
The moon was well and truly onto us; reigned above with clear bead drawn, on a day we seemed ahead of.
Plagued by gross indifference, way found through to anyhow. Known to be much brighter and, still want to be amongst; all light and sound, the joy to be found, in serendipity.
Ending up somewhere so strange, unimpressed that it’s new. Wondering what affection would do, shrugging it all off.