Carrying forward,

Soles clap on stone

As columns crossed

Stripe daylight,

A cordial carpet

Reminding rendezvouser

That a meeting

Fins at time set,

Releasing for return

To self’s inner sol. ; )

Rad! Robin proffered you a bycocket.

Sweet! Maggie pie-die-loaned you her locket.

Oh! Dee did up and stock every pocket.

Now, you are a chick ready to rock it! ; )

As Lucy licked the leaf, her pre-nom nuance netted a nod to nominalism, noting that neither her nectar nor Nicky’s nice ice shared semantic synchronicity to a belief that ‘sticked’. ; )

Meow, regarding that knitting yarn needling my fancy as you teeter-totter, I desire its end…in muzzle…taut with fun lot—a la cat’s nip-ship’s snotter. ; )

Searching for connection ever leads to you, the treasured compass point of companionship reached via surviving seas of sciagraphy rounding capes of clarity—courses by which hope handily holds love afloat. ; )