so we say yes, stress falls down upon us,

so we say yes, stress falls down upon us,
and so, we count, make marks, left and right,
up and down—but what makes us so honest,
and so, beautiful, nuanced and like bright
golden worlds which light up the sky and day—
or so simple, subtle sounds so áccented
and weighed just by your won word and wide way—
else, one is left hushed, rushed, and relented—
speaking only of what is yours today,
what you’ve learned and so earned along the way;
let time mind the moments wherein we speak,
and only heart be unspoken and weak—

so as to give all the chance to romance,
and, slight error make merely happenstance!