Lost In Play

I knew not what to say

other than

I have felt the weight

and, if you will,

I can help carry the load

share the silence

or distract for a time

It seems to me

that we all carry a loneliness

a craving for something more;

I sense

that we don't know

where we are going

or if the past amounted to much;

but, all this is forgotten

the moment we get lost in play.

They say, Be Present,

something I find accessible

when held

when sharing time

or when looking in the eyes of another.

And so, I offer,

Let me be that for you.

Talk to me of religion or philosophy and my ears will fall silent -- those things that once fascinated have grown dull and plain; But, tell me of your pain your passion your need, and I will listen.

Maybe if you are my muse

and I am your fiction

we can wander away for a time

from the weight of it all

to find the thrill

of getting lost in each other's stories

and pausing time

to do whatever it is we find pleasurable

before returning

to this life that bears down.

Let's draw color where it is dark

until the shade gives way

to something

brighter

much lighter

found from the latitude

of this thing we call

Play