this may change, this may all change:
you and i, our smiles, the world we walk in.
there is aging to consider,
and the maturation of our desires:
all things may change, when you and i
decide our chariot is better hitched in the sky
and climb the ladder to find the stars
and reach the troposphere, and take hands, and pause
and gaze at our new world of peace and air.

there are many things to be in a new world:
a personality, order or disorder, a shape
or a semblance of humanity.
arms wide open, you are an image familiar
to the old world, meaningless in the new.
and such a blessing, this place where open arms
(an embrace of the natural landscape, and me)
indicates beauty, acceptance, golden and shining
and not fear or lack or doctrinal falsity.