A gentle breeze rustles the leaves

And scatters my thoughts

Across the spring green lawn.

I cherish the chill in the air

And the long overdue calm

It lends my mind.

Both bring us closer to our own truth.

Looking through open windows

With silken curtains,

I put to rest memories of locked doors,

With lost keys

That kept us both within

Yet without far too long.

Throwing rocks into the waters

With childlike abandon,

The shallow tide

Ripples with laughter

On this foreign, familiar shore

Where heroes have risen and fallen before us.

Feeling their purpose,

Reimagining their passion,

Cold fingers and warm hearts,

Once discarded,

Now forever intertwined.