The distant lights across the water attempted to illuminate the shadow waves, swaying in beat with the cool breeze

The stars above shone in the darkness, their brightness unaffected by the misty clouds

The dock was slippery under my feet and damp under my fingertips as they glided along the railing

Our laughter mixed with the frog’s croaks to make music never before heard

And as I looked over, finding her next to me, my heart felt at home.

The small room was dark, except for one lamp in the corner,
Faded memories of loved ones decorate the walls,
Soft music swayed in the background,
And familiar cuddles filled the bed

Time—in this moment—seemed to completely stop.

My mind frequently wonders
If birds pause in flight
To receive the fluffy hug of a cloud.

Trees team up to block her,
Attempting to soak up all her marigold rays,
Swaying in her light,
Jealous of the way she shone;
Yet grateful for the warmth.

Sunrises are God’s finger paintings,
A new masterpiece everyday,
That make even the birds smile.

Sometimes I wonder
If clouds cover up sunrises on purpose,
Jealous of the way they shine,
Or if they just long to be part of the masterpiece.