A love like ours,
sweet and memorable,
was written in the stars.
But as time goes on,
do we become unstable?
Written in the stars...
What happens then
if we forget how to read?
Another love story
tossed into the nearest waste bin.

"The mind in its natural state can be compared to the sky, covered by layers of cloud which hide its true nature."
- Kalu Rinpoche

My Sparrow, my olive branch,
May you soar above me
To heights unfathomed.
Hold my hand, dear child-
My baby.
If you can, take me with you.
Otherwise, carry me in spirit.
My Sparrow, my complete peace,
My everything.
I will clothe you in moonbeams
And wash away your fears
With the dawn and morning dew.
Your feet may never
Touch this harshly trodden earth,
For my enraptured love
Will lift you to meet the stars.
There we will dance and laugh,
For sorrow cannot follow
Me and my Sparrow.
Peace is where you are,
And happiness holds no bounds
When I'm with you-
My baby, my Sparrow.

Did anyone ever
Dare the sky to be a different
Shade of blue, or
Did we just assume it
Will change on its own
So why bother?
Are we so comfortable
With change happening on its own?

Dare the sky to change.
It will, I swear.
You can never make a difference
If all you do
Is wait for things to be different.

Change can happen
If you dare.