Tickets together

In lonely early morning walks,
as the old brown owl hoots off for the day,
a calmness envelopes the mind.

In the carpet of the path,
in the rustle of the woods,
in the giggle of an unseen bird,
in the wonder of a fallen tree,
in the creak of a hidden bough,
in the gurgle of the secret lake,
in the azure of the infinite skies and
in the clarity of the profound silence,
Just one whiff kept streaming out fresh,
Through the miasmic mines of my mind.

Out there I gained the realisation that,
It’s your presence that infuses meaning,
To my brownian, puppeted life.

It is you, who will be there for me,
In the instance of my reckoning,
Even if I didn’t turn up for your day.

It is with you, I can ceaselessly frolic yet,
Spend one silent meaningful moment midnight,
Talking troubles through telepathy.

It is with you, I can turn up myself,
With no fear that I will be judged,
Least of all by the content of my flawed character.

The silence churns through
the noise of the daily existence
and surfaces what really matters.

I am struck with a shiver of enlightenment,
how lucky I am to endeavour a journey for which,
I got the tickets with you.

Thanks for being around.