Between And With

Between the creeping sounds of creeks seeping into the sea from silent woods and the morning’s laconic cry; I look for you;

I look for you under the warmth of the sunshine as it goes through me spreading vitality and reminding of today’s promise in tomorrow; an investment i can’t seem to speculate its gross product;

Between math and psychology i find you restoring balance within me and beaconing for me which path to take;

Between hand in hand stances you show me firmness in gesture for a purposeful journey;

With you subtle planning is invoked to replenish nostalgia for beauty and euphoria for basking in the sun of hope and dancing to the summerset of chance;

With you i have found my solstice from regret and doubt; I love you.

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