a starting lay of this journey,

rides me through a symphony.

with a gentle flow of honey,

tis be the start of you as company.

the gentle glow that trickles in,

the slow simmer warming this dream.

it awakens the crystal stream,

as I engulf in the current's tug unseen.

a little more, just a little,

like a kid and his love of morning maple.

it complicates not and is oh so simple.

the sheepish smile holding nothing fickle.~