The winter sky saluted me,
As I let my mind rest into daydream.
A brief moment of beautiful pause
To create faces in the clouds.

It was then that I realised
That just the sight of your face,
Soothed all the burns upon my skin
From all the time I've tried to cleanse myself
With the isolation that so often erodes me.

The air was cold, my lips were blue;
But still, I couldn't fault the view.

I stopped striving for the perfect year,
Because my concept of "perfection" was flawed.
I was chasing a scenario in which,
I could go a full rotation of the sun
without anything going astray,
All my dreams being fulfilled.

This search for perfection,
Was like looking at a window,
And being annoyed because
All I could see was a sheet of glass.

But, I decided to alter my desires;
Try to live single year in hopes of good autobiography.

Meaning;
To say yes more often.
And say no when needed.
To relish in successes.
And learn from mistakes.
To love without exception.
And to be kind without expectation.
To revel in every single wonderful moment as they come,
And not letting their fleeting nature feed the bitter parts of me.

Don't chase the perfect year.
Chase an amazing story.
Leave readers captivated.
And your grandkids bored-to-death.

I've always seen things like a child;
I see a flickering candle as fireworks.
I see fairy lights as a hundred stars of my own.
And when I saw you,
I saw you as the explosion in my life
that I never knew I needed.

But, as Shakespeare found out,
There's always a rub.

I see a light shower as a blizzard.
I see ice on the road as a ten car pile-up.
I see falling as dropping from the clouds
At ten-million miles per hour
Wind burning my skin Burgundy
Before hitting cold, unforgiving asphalt.

The point is,
I'm not blinded by naivety,
Although I've held it to my chest for so long
To form the super-group called "Ignorance is bliss".
My vision is just blurred.
I see the world as rose-tinted.

But, perhaps I see it that way,
Because what's the alternative?

To answer that:
The alternative, is to face reality;
I know that this isn't how love works.
I know that's it's imperfect.
But, the reality is also that it's nice to believe
That just this once I deserve it.

I never thought that I would find,
Myself so perfectly intertwined;
A breath away,
Beneath the shadow
Of your fairy lights.

My eyes can't hide what they conceal;
That I long to savour how it feels
To get pins and needles
beneath you
Each night.

I won't let this
Slip
Slip
Away.
I won't let it
Drip
Down
The drain.
I won't let you
Sink
Down
With me
Because what would I be if I let you?

I've always winced at public affection.
But when I met you,
You seem to change my impression,
To "Aw" instead of "Ew.

They say love makes the world go round,
But this is just absurd, it's
Gravity that makes the world go round;
Love makes each spin worth it.