Venture On

I’m begging life to allow me to explore again, like when we were small.

We’d dash swiftly through the long, sticky blades of grass.

The grass would brush our legs and fingertips.

Their height never ceased our running, never stopped our endless venturing.

I want to dare the cliff’s edge, to challenge the sea’s singing with my own, and rise above the resounding, clapping waves with my vocal orchestra.

When done, let the breeze sweep
and soothe me into sleep..

I could go jumping across stone bridges.

There’s many to be found if searching.

I’d get a speedy start, bend my knees, arch my back, and push off from my heels.

It would be too easy.

The water rushing between the rocks would pay me no mind, nor would the fish swimming swiftly by.

The trees would be busy, feeding on the glorious morning sun’s rays.

Engaged in their gorging, they’d converse, creaking and moaning in conversation.

I’d hop with gusto and observe with childlike wonder as we used to do many years ago.

I can envision all of these scenes, each equally magnificent.

As I lay, I’m recording all of these thoughts, and settling into readiness for sleep.

I’ll soon shut this notebook, cap my pen, and wait for my dreams to take me exploring once again.

Dawning Creations