Child's Play


Her eyes, sparkling sunshine
through the
roof as though I am not here
any longer.
But I still am
I am ready to move on
and continue
with my sweaty body
shaking legs
dry mouth
headache
and my certainty in
love.

There is no greater pleasure
than to play a child's
game with that which has to be
found and the which has to be
sought.
For the child's game is a
future epiphany.
Entropy will not ensue us in this
honorary quest.
It has begun.

It has begun to snow
in august, the sun is gone
the snow is cold
the air is frozen
people are
crying.

Yet, all this can never
compare to what she
said to me after I did
what I had to do.
She only
said
I
Do