Wouldn’t it be wonderful, if everything worked out?
Irrespective of the grandiose nature, and concepts that surround life and ontology; wouldn’t it just be wonderful if all the things we’ve dreamed in our heads, within reason, came to fruition. The simple things.
To wake up every morning, and have my first sight be the glow of your face. Where the first words to stretch my voice will always be “Good morning.”, because I truly know it will be.
To look on the couch, and watch you read your book – with your toes wrapped in a winter blanket, by a fire that heats the fur on the back of our dog that we’ll have. To see your hair fall over your glasses, and watch you, mesmerised, slowly pull the hair back behind your ear. To watch in slowed time, your eyes meet mine, and remember evermore; how lucky we are.
To sit in a house we call our home, with gentle anticipation of loving friends who’ll visit us the day after, and remind us why we all stay in touch. Where smile and laughter is not uncommon. Where bellies are full, and hearts are warm.
Where ambitions are always on the horizon, but not to fill some void – only to drive us towards tomorrow, where we can spend another day together.
And as the light dims, on each new day, we’ll huddle together for warmth; one that we can only find, in the curve of one another.
As a smile dawns upon my face, and I drift off to sleep – there is no doubt in my mind, that there will only be one thought that fills my heart;
uldn’t that be wonderful?”