The way the stars still shine bright

even though there is darkness

makes me think that there is a light

that will always break in

the cracks of gloom.

The way the eagles still seem to soar the sky

even though the sky is clouded with grey and dullness

makes me think that there is still

could be something beautiful

out of something so grim.

The way people still form a smile

even though they are going through

the worst heartbreak you could imagine

makes me think that happiness can be formed

from something so awful.

The way the rippling tides still decide to kiss the shore

each day even though there is nothing magnificent

which makes it caress the shore

makes me think that just maybe there is hope

in the world for us to show we are happy even though we aren’t.

when we met
well
when you spoke to me
you spoke with such ease
with no boundaries

you were an open book
and i was not

i was yet a closed one
with my pages torn
and the cover stained

and you did not seem to walk away
like most people do
when they see an old book
on a library shelf

but you stayed
and you listened
and you read every page
but why?

"because every story
can be very lovely
or very tragic
and you, my dear

are both"

(b.m.)