double trouble....so much goodness.

the guardian of eyes
released his hold
falling somewhat off course and yet relishing it.
the delicate balance of aloneness
suddenly shifted and it was frightening.
beautifully so.
ray lamontagne crooned across cooling pavement,
catching my ear as the sun dipped below magical silouettes.
am i ready to let go?
is there really any control to be had? (no, duh.)
there is no allowance here,
just acceptance of the moment.
and whether i admit it or not,
i already let go a long time ago.
the universe has been a virtual batting cage lately,
spitting every curve ball possible within my safe little bubble.
and then intrusion of sorts, invited of course,
a lively sparkle and colorful warmth.
i pull the alpaca fur closer,
i close my eyes for a minute and soak in the touch,
sunflower oils and fans and a beautiful gypsy man.