Today I rose from bed and
looked out of my ***** window and
saw a tiny slice of the moon,
drifting towards the horizon as the sun,
as if stretching its tired arms, opened its
eyes to the achy, cold trees, and weary
night-folk. And quietly, peacefully, I
entered the day with the same brightness
I had seen in the sky from my window,
as I filled my cup with tea.
Minutes passed like grains of dirt on the ground
as I flew over them on two rubber wheels,
accomplishment was taken as it came, one pebble
at a time.
And today, for once, when I saw the smile
on that beautiful face and my heart filled,
I held the joy I despised so much
in acceptance and joy for the moment,
instead of crushing it.
One day, the dreams I conjure in the
light of noon will be reality,
memories to be forgotten
because they haven't the opportunity
to exist yet.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 10:46 PM UTC
Today I rose from bed and
looked out of my ***** window and
saw a tiny slice of the moon,
drifting towards the horizon as the sun,
as if stretching its tired arms, opened its
eyes to the achy, cold trees, and weary
night-folk. And quietly, peacefully, I
entered the day with the same brightness
I had seen in the sky from my window,
as I filled my cup with tea.
Minutes passed like grains of dirt on the ground
as I flew over them on two rubber wheels,
accomplishment was taken as it came, one pebble
at a time.
And today, for once, when I saw the smile
on that beautiful face and my heart filled,
I held the joy I despised so much
in acceptance and joy for the moment,
instead of crushing it.
One day, the dreams I conjure in the
light of noon will be reality,
memories to be forgotten
because they haven't the opportunity
to exist yet.
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