Let it be simple. Let it be that I see you wave to me from across the room, across the tables and the bobbing heads. Let it be that I walk over calmly and let it be that I just smile.
Let it be that we keep it simple. Let it be that we keep an image in our minds that negates blame or claim to injury. Let it be that we delete the need for reoccurance. Let it be that there is no need for future forgiveness, for we’ve let it be that there is nothing wrong about what we have chosen.
Let it be that we make our own lives and that we wish each other well on this strange journey. Let it be that we look back with no regret because the additional pinpricks of weight aren’t needed for our trip. Let it be known that there was love through looks. Let it be that the words aren’t needed today. Let it be for a change that postive strains of imagination take over from negative impulses of worry.
Let it be that there will be silence. Let it be that the silence carries the undercurrent of our conversation and that so for the banter we invoke the gods that are intellectual and not the gods of emotion. Let it be that we carry the silence well and without obsession.
Let it be simply done for love and let that be the only thing that really mattered.