so full

There is a legion of things to do. Entertainment is never far. In the land of plenty there is plenty, plenty of food, water, a reasonable expectation of safety. Achievement and successes are fairly attainable, access to information and knowledge a click away.

The world is so full.

But all the access and excess is not enough.
What I long for is to lay upon on the soft earth,
wrapped in the arms of you who are yet faceless to me,
feeling the last beams of sunlight
as they disappear into the pink and purple horizon
Greeting the night stars,
the feel of your heart beating in my ear,
in rhythm with the fireflies dance
and the crickets chirp.
To be where nothing is artificial and time suspends but really begins.