when the wind whistles;
she whistles for you.

In this world you're
either the writer
or the reader;
the creator or
the receiver.

And school never worked
out too-well
for me.

who are you?
you are the loveliest flower,
the brightest star.
you are a reflection of heaven,
you are a sky on fire.
you are the magic that hides in sunsets,
the glory that lives in sunrises,
you are the beauty that rises from the ashes,
you are brokenness made whole.
you are the lyrics to a melody of hope,
you are fearless,
you are brave,
you are free,
you are who
you are meant to be.

Snowflakes fall softly
On my pathway of lonely
life's cold without you