There are days when you can see specks of dust floating about like
iridescent thoughts in the twilight
When the diminutive magnifies the ranges of colour nestled
in between rays of visible light
And when moments are more infinite than tall tales of vague forevers

There are days when life is worth living and death
ought to be buried in order to grasp the fragmented concept of beauty
When ashes pave a way for beginnings and growth is
evident as more than just the days wearing down on your shoulders

There are the days when love floats and feels like the warmth
of a hearth on cold fingertips
When you know love, and love knows you.