The sweetest of moments,
are still yet to come.

From the depths of despair,
to a bittersweet slum.

In the darkest of nights;
a moth to a flame,
a ship to a light,
I'm calling your name.

In dreams and in memories,
and in memories of dreams.
Sand slipping through fingers,
water flowing down stream.

I'll miss you forever,
I've made peace with that.
Hair of the dog,
tail of the cat.

All is forgiven when mourning the living.

Today, you can rest,
leave that battle for tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be a fresh start,
for the same fight.

Rest today, soldier,
it’s okay to feel tired.

It’s alright if today you can’t give more,
the universe will lend a hand.

Tomorrow, we’ll have new weapons,
new ideas, new energy.

Some days, you might feel weak,
some days, you might need to stop.

Sometimes, stopping is also part of the fight.

The flower needs rest,
so winter tucks it beneath the earth,
letting it sleep until spring.

The sun needs rest,
so the clouds and rain embrace it,
shielding its warmth for another day.

all that pain
and belittlement
you served me
day and night
when no one
was looking
made the little
man within you
feel much, much,
much bigger
but now you
stand before me
weeping
with no teeth
and the big man
within me
has forgiven you.