At The Bottom

Your face shimmers more brightly than the sun
Reflecting off the snow (and ice).
Magic is in your crooked smile
A spell you cast unwittingly.

Race you to the bottom, you said,
Giving me no chance to ready.
Diving headfirst down the one hill
We could find, I look back and see.

You have not made it far at all.
I told you, Do the somersault!
You might scrape up your back a bit,
But you have to do it. Trust me.

Lay at the bottom of the hill
Listen to the unbridled laughs.
Do you see the footprints and tracks?
Bonding is climbing icy hills.

I reach the top and hold out my hand.
You grasp it and we slip the slope.
Everyone laughs hysterically.
Still funny the one-hundredth time.

You could not be more beautiful.
I wish I could spend every day
Like this: carefree, filled with life.
I have to go, you are impatient.

Here's to you, Friendship.

I was looking at an artist's myspace the other day and I found this little blog post entertaining. I realize that the concept is creepy, but it is interesting to note the observations of a non-Christian selling pornography to different types of consumers. Also, this band, Radical Face, is quite good. I have to thank Tera Woods for telling me about them. Check out their myspace.