You stumbled before me
like a lost leaf
hunting for a bed to rest on
I saw the jagged edges,
the bruising of colors;
and I knew your
life here was not done
So I sit here,
searching for the words
with the hum of the fan
urging me on
yet bundled in sheets
from the cool air in my skin
to show you
your life has just begun,
searching for the words
to lift you back up
to show you it's not too late
to drink from loves cup
You are a magnificent leaf
with golden hues
and ribbons of rubies
a whimsy to use
so that I too can believe in love