The Little Big Things
It's strings thrumming through another chord
Or the sweetest notes trilling into dense, listening ears
It's walking into weather that reflects your minds pondering
And shoring up warbling songs of the wild to yourself
It's memorizing grins and giggles
That you can't relive again
It's knowing you both are in love
Hoping silly moments linger for a spell
It's confidence that with time
Your excitement in grasping knowledge will come
It's having a dream
And flying with it into a black unknown
It is the past
It is the future
It is right now