Day Sixteen - #WoPoWriMo - Tomorrow

   

Tomorrow,

we will go walking,

you and I,

by the water, under brave old skies,

we will walk

and watch

the cotton-wool clouds, as they gather,

rolling by

in a instant,

a moment of grace,

and I will call it a talisman

to keep

you safe, when the diamonds

and sapphires

all fall from the heavens,

you and I will compound

a meeting

of elevens as our foreheads

touch over lunch -

and the daisies

and buttercups

all held and bunched, together,

will make a fist

of never,

and all the leaves

of February

will be cradled

as if they meant

‘forever’.