May 28
It’s like the water my chapped lips crave,
Like the yard wishing for sun after a rainy day,
How grateful the dark is for fireflies—
How the stars settle into the pitch-black sky.
It’s reaching for your favorite pen to write a note,
Warm honey tea to soothe an aching throat,
The hush of 5 a.m. broken by birdsong and soft light,
Sipping warm coffee prepared just right.
Like the yard wishing for sun after a rainy day,
How grateful the dark is for fireflies—
How the stars settle into the pitch-black sky.
It’s reaching for your favorite pen to write a note,
Warm honey tea to soothe an aching throat,
The hush of 5 a.m. broken by birdsong and soft light,
Sipping warm coffee prepared just right.
What is a want, what is a need?
What of these feelings are my selfish greed?
I can be fine, suppress it way down
Then I see you- my heart shifts around.
What of these feelings are my selfish greed?
I can be fine, suppress it way down
Then I see you- my heart shifts around.
