Daytime sun floods supposed futures
Moonlight reveals regrets
Stars sparkle bittersweet memories
Wind blown words slip past ginger lips
Rain soaks all these dusty thoughts
Hail batters hard againest
Already weathered hearts.

Eventually,
It will all fall into to place,
The bad days will melt away,
And the good will take front stage,
But till that day,
We'll get through this,
Tired and swamped,
Fighting through the mist,
We call teenage hood.

The subtle quirk of odd socks,
Not quite eccentric enough,
For others to mock,
But more a soft reminder,
In the repeated fields of sheep,
That you are your own,
And you are unique.

Stars spill across the skies,
And my eyes are a magnet to their beauty,
Ever entranced by their snowy glow,
Wondering softly how far their shine goes

Hidden beneath ivy covered walls, Behind an heavy oak door,
Lies a secret smile,
Waiting, and waiting,
To see the sun again.