Dawning Creations

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.