The cold feeling of unwary trust,
A handshake of generosity,
An even exchange,
An open appearance,
A concrete idea with cracks that are noted,
A golden sun of which warmth is decoded,
A beautiful day made to just be alive,
A wind in my sails and a point to derive.
The soft feel of fabric and the love of the day,
Something to think of and appreciate,
A mind made of cushions and lacking a chaos,
A balance and order to everything that sways us.