You are Banana Pancakes
You are Sunday mornings
You’re the cool afternoon
Breeze that whispers to me on an August day
You are the journey back to times
When fears were absent
When I knew nothing more than the one moment I was in
You are the present and the place I want to be
You’re all the stars in the sky, melting into my soul
You are a cup of sweet coffee sitting before me in the beginning of a new day
You are the song I replay as I drive with the sun in my eyes and a road trip
That I am finally able to take
You are the crisp new pages of a book I’ve been awaiting
You’re the excitement swelling inside me as I think of better days
You are the lights on the city skyline and nights downtown listening to bands we've never heard of
You're the cafe I pass by but never go in and the people in the bookstore I'll never know
With their faces red like roses, falling in love with strangers like them
You're the melodies I create with my new guitar and the words that gently touch the depths of my heart as they glide onto a white piece of paper
You are