Under the arch, away from feast,
Under the song of crispy autumn leaves,
You'll sit on bench, a moment savouring for once...
You're weaved of thoughts and old latina dance,

You're meant to strive and seek a curious kind,
You are a given fruit on tree of conscious mind,
And may the progress go its' own way, -
Of words that's plenty, faith is what has stayed.

Another day will come under the tree,
And thoughts will matter more, in flesh-to-be.
But you'll remember how we looked at stars,
At Ocean wide, that flourishes above,

How we walked tracks along the comprehension,
How you turned guess in a collaboration,
How story bounced back towards the craft, -
Before your body ever gained a mass, -

How you've foreseen potential in sadness,
How witly you have fostered calm and wellness, -
And after being everything for all,
You will deserve a ticket in the hall...

And steps will take you to the river bank
For sunrise faints, with a coffee mug,
Where you will have a moment for yourself,
By powers of long-lasting human spells.

December 2024