the voice
of your
sweet name
brings
ripples
across
the
river of light
while
you color
my dreams
tonight

Time: a perception so daunting,
A flow of moments so varied.
Time: a crushing veil in life,
A gliding climb and endless descent.
Time: a sweet memory, savoured,
A stream of endless joys and dreams.
Time: so crisp and true in the mind,
A con so ruthless and inhuman.
Time: the morbid joker laughing,
Casting a silent slumber upon all our souls.

A field of dandelions, sometimes thought as weeds and all too under appreciated, is dotted with tulips. But I don't care for the tulips, I love the yellow dandelions that turn into white puffs that can grant my wishes.

I was prepared to tell her that the fight was only temporary
That her perception of the world would disappear with the rest of her love for stars
But she cried that night over something on the news
So I held on tight to the obnoxious secret of missing ends.

the laughter of a child
uplifted sounds
in their
sacred playgrounds
the sweetlight i found
fall upon the ground
just listen to
their joyful songs
their garden of smiles
stronger and stronger now
they play
together somehow
o Lord
the sweetlight i found