she is jazz
she is freedom
she’s the sun

maybe she’s
the one

her joy is bright
and cheerful

beyond the clouds
invisible to the eye
she hides her heart
and smiles

waiting for a sign
or for me
to make up my mind

would you rather dream
sleepwalking
or live your dreams
awake?

she asks,
knowing the answer
is in the question

another life lesson
a chance
to feel everything
again

patience, my dear
love is only
the absence
of fear

and magical things
happen to men
with beards

we can escape 
to the sun

or look inside
to find beauty

in ourselves
before it’s gone