Will we be the same in body and mind when the sun lifts its head to prepare for the grind of the day to day normality we fear the mortality that we face on those days that are dismal and grey but you pull me in close and I can’t help but smile because it might be awhile, but I know you’ll be there to breathe in the dark and to catch all the sparks that ignite between palms attacking in swarms your eyes are my guide to those places of peace I’m finally at ease with the now and the then and the possible “when”
This poem belongs to Christine M. Perkins and any use of it or phrases within will be considered thievery. Do not take my words and claim them as yours or else karma will surely find you.