unfinished symphony

One million staccato steps,
Random, planned, hesitating, certain,
Leaving unvisited
Inviting hilltop inns
And unrubbed
Jeweled genie bottles.

Countless shaded stones,
Layered on the earth's slowly
Shifting surface. Our choices
And chances play
Like pinball on the unpaved
Path that wanders among drifting
Mountains and islands patiently
Forged by time.

A thousand branches in
A single tree, hugging and
Pointing and stroking and lazily
Listing in the early Spring
Sun, with our loving
Summer a solid promise.

The white horizon,
Waiting for our watercolors,
Our story,
To deeply seep,
To give laughing to the silent
Crescendo we build together