Zenith

What if my thoughts could draw circles in the sand?
Connecting rings of intimate truth
Bands of intertwined visions to understand
Those rings might just connect right back to you.
Ringlets that wind around your tender heart.
A glimmering gold sphere that envelops us.
Circles so radiant they draw closer not drift apart.
I'd love to sit on one of these circles
with my legs dangling precariously over the edge.
Soaring across the sky with the wind as my guide.
I have a feeling I'd soar straight to you on my loop.
Interconnected bands of friendship that are like halos
hovering in the clouds mingling with translucent terras
and riding on moonbeams
gliding on a dream
to surround in a rink the depth of your star.