In the quiet time,
when hopes and dreams
and memories collide
tumbling into the new day,
I thought of you
and wished you had not felt the need to run away
from that moment that we shared,
beyond the bounds of reason,
beyond the judgment of our shoulds,
immersed in the warm glow
of the coulds
that would
or might have been
so filled with joyful pleasure,
with the exploration of shared moments,
immersed only in the rhythm
of the rhymes that flow through those times
when we allow ourselves the freedom,
just to be.