how drippingly delicious are words melted over with wordplay, riddles wrapped enigma style in plain sight

                      sure i make it up, most of it, an old woman by the sea, dancing, dreaming, letting go

                             closing in or circling round, years i prance around in celebratory circles near the sea; doesn't matter where i start always I round around back to you, to the love of you, it's so sweet

                                 my serenity, my peace and also my balance,

the possible by the possibility of you, the existance of you, and the inpossibility of you

                                         all root around together, intertwining, each holding the other up

it is the silence of you only that is antithetical to life; to my life, happily remember the whispers of the cub, so glad you are forest frolicking

         i opened my gate for you, did you not smell the sweet scent of the rose petal trail?

                                                                 Smells so good still, forest and desire, we know the way

                        not the scent of the death of dreams of our youth, but moon and messages celebrating

       puzzling, pondering why the heart wants what it wants, loves those it loves... it just does, is all

there is hope, that flutter in the chest, against what i know to be real and true, accepted

        it is not fanciful

                                                        rooted deeper

               sure, it flutters away

                                                    on softest

                                                                         of tempests

but

            flutters back

                                                                                                        believe, i do

unknowing what will be or what i am about or all for love or if you'll never live with me and be my love, like this place and willingly spend your time here, all the pleasures proving

                            unknowing, give up wanting and live with that, a good lesson, for i am enough, content, always learning, growing, standing tall wherever i go, there's always more

          yet honoring the sweetness in my heart of heart, for you, this tender regard

                                                                  still           I honor love