Last Reblog!

Who’s On Top of The World, Who?

Slender fingers up my boney spine.

Smoth stones imaculately refined.

Who is on top of the world? Who?

Sometimes me, sometimes you.

Quiet days, blue skies beckon

Smooth breeze, wild greens wave.

I’m carefree as a kite, reckless too.

Slightly out of touch when I’m touching you.

Birds click clack, my keys and knick knacks

Swing against my side

As we stroll in even strides.

Rhythmically in tune to me and you

And Sol consoles and melts bad moods.