Pewter Chains

"Do you really believe in lost souls?"
the twinkle in his emerald eyes.
"I have to." she smiled.
"You see there are just some people,
some people who have too much good in them..
and whether or not they have any idea
of their potential
or what to do with it
and how they already are,
there is simply too much there for it all to be
from no where at all."

And in that moment it was his fondest wish
for all lost souls to fully return
So they might bring their owner to full brilliance once more
and in doing so reward those that love them most
giving them always all the time the person they see
in flesh and form and function and fullness
For to have your Love come to fruition
to come into the fullest extent of being
and being the one who knew it was there all along
is your waiting reward

The wind blowing up the yellow-orange not-yet-red leaves
sweeping them down along the gravel and up against the trees
under the rubber seats of the swings and through their pewter chains
moving everything around it and not really making a sound
The sound instead coming from the creaking of the paint-peeling picnic table
and the weight shift as she moved and went to pull her sleeves further past her wrists
pleading with the cotton to come into her palms and provide her the warmth
she knew was in him.