The Little Big Things

It's strings thrumming through another chord

Or the sweetest notes trilling into dense, listening ears

It's walking into weather that reflects your minds pondering

And shoring up warbling songs of the wild to yourself

It's memorizing grins and giggles 

That you can't relive again

It's knowing you both are in love

Hoping silly moments linger for a spell

It's confidence that with time

Your excitement in grasping knowledge will come 

It's having a dream

And flying with it into a black unknown

It is the past

It is the future

It is right now

 

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