The touch of sundrops kissed in dew.
The sense of accomplishment, when I hear you.
The feeling of joy, when I sense our dancing…
The manna I need playing on repeat within me.
The music swaying my feet.
Testing my waters until the cocktail is complete.
I accept perfection; but never defeat.
A waterfall is constant in its cascading,
never delayed by contexts within its surroundings.
What a fine thing, how beautiful to be…
Whatever it is this lifeline is unfolding.
How beautiful to be, invited to each present feast.