Surrender

When we turn ourselves in

Like prisoners to the night...

Long forgotten

but not for good,

the summers  bright,

we will chase the shadows

and shake them up

until they return the stolen light

We will revisit

 the blissful ignorance

of potential plight.

Catch all of the fireflies

As they form words in motion,

Dazzling taste, touch,

 sound, scent and sight.

Terms of endearment

 leaping off the tips of our tongues.

We shall put them all in a jar

like pennies saved

for a lover’s quiet thoughts

I close my eyes and whisper

 “That’s it!
That was what I needed”

Any attempt to fight or flight

Would be foolish

and undoubtedly defeated.
then all the rush

of an anticipated touch

would rise and be known

through phrases repeated

without losing their novelty

We will hide from death,

Remain untouched

by December’s frozen,

 heavy breath.

Step away,     

walk in reverse

Until things get blurry

Then fall asleep on firm plans

To someday face the worry