Hold on. Don't let go.
The way the anchor tries to grab the sand, it sinks in deep but with no rocks it glides along the brown sun-kissed earth underneath the deep turquoise water. It continues to slide, like our love. It tries to hold on to whatever it can,yet with no foundation or solid ground it grazes on by, wanting to create stability but not knowing how.
Hold on. Don't let go.
Like the warmth from the fire. You stand close and can feel your soul fill with heat. The back of your legs feel like they were slapped by the sun. The way children did Indian burns on your skin, the fire burns deep, stinging and letting you know your alive. You turn over when you can't take it anymore, warming the front, your shins feeling the warmth build. When you're satisfied you run to the cold bed not wanting to lose the heat. You begin to feel the goosebumps creep onto your skin, the sheets capturing the heat as it escapes into nothingness. You want the warmth to stay, but it only stays while you are near the flame. You want love to stay warm, the good warmth that soothes your gut like coffee on a cold day. The way the mug brings life to your cold fingertips, little fireflies dance within your veins, bringing life back into the numbness.
Hold on. Don't let go.
Like the leaves that hold onto the tree limbs. They know the end is near as fall sneaks in. It begins slowly, the yellow green that slowly turns into yellow. The sunflower colored leaves then turn the burnt orange that mimics the Arizona sunsets. It clings on, showing their dances with the cool northern wind sashaying and two stepping with their neighbors. They are hoping that one more day will grace their surface and that they can bathe in the golden hues. Then they turn brown, their partners have fallen to the ground, and the brown leaf is left alone, cold and weak as the first snow starts to fall. It lets go, hanging on is too hard, it drifts off its branch giving its last solo. Twirling, floating, like a ballerina on the stage, showing that even though it's time has come to an end, that the finale was quite simply put, beautiful.
