can you see the sun rising

but heidi.
these are the things. the very things that this summer we shant be able to do.
argue about bedtimes and homework and lying and who's love is stronger.
but heidi.
these are the feelings. the very feelings that this summer i can't entertain.
the weightless joy ricocheting all inside my body and downward glances to see you smile.
but heidi.
these are the demands. the very demands on our love we're required to keep.
i see a seedpod. i played with it for a while, not knowing it's potential, then this then that and it now has far outgrown it's shell. will it fit back inside until the month of our birthdays?? let's survive on the hope of glorious new growth. in other areas and then, this then that and God WILL PROVIDE.
i see a ship in a bottle. i played with the model. and now it's being stuck into a bottle, very narrow neck, please don't break, stand up right. then one day (and it makes me laugh: this image of Jesus as the skipper with a radically hip derby cap) we shall sail the seven seas and write messages in bottles to those still stuck on the shore or worse in their bottles.
"bring me that horizon"