Coming to a close,
time is adrift
We’re in a separate paradise
Coming to the shore,
we’re on solid land for now
Such a relief to recognize
what’s right in front of me
Can you believe eight years
crept by us this swiftly?
Can you remember what we were like before?
Sometimes I think back,
then sprint forwards, again.
I realize I don’t want to.
I’m happy where I am,
with you.
Presently
Dawning Creations 