People tell us that
People are good, that
People are strong, that
People do wrong, but
People will right it.

I say that
People are good, but only if they try.
I say that
People are strong, but their strength isn't always a good thing.
I say that
People are wrong, and sometimes they don't accept it.
I say that
People don't always right their wrongs.
I say that
**People aren't perfect.

So much emphasis is placed
On finding the face in the crowd
That makes a permanent home in your brain
On the way a small forest fire can sprout from the fingertip touch
Of the one
Who may or may not stay
Just like the feelings that seem too good to be true.
But what about waking up early just to be filled with the solace of a gentle sunrise
Or dancing to the radio while cooking tomato soup in your sunlit kitchen
Or rolling down your car windows despite the falling rain
Or pulling on your favorite socks after eating peanut butter toast
I want you to wake up in the morning and smile because you have a whole life to live          
I want you to learn to appreciate the way the light streams over the moutains at 7:36 in the morning
through the air laying heavy with people's thoughts        
and through your window screen
Where the light lands in speckles on your bed and seeps into your heart.
I want you to cook your favorite breakfast and ride your bike the long way to work.
The beautiful things in life
Are the ones that are rarely noticed by others.
Love seeps from the earth and from your skin. Don't wait for someone to hand it to you.
Feed it to yourself.

i couldn't help but dip my fingers
into the viscosity of your heart...
...to shake things up a bit
so by the time the wave
crashed into your brain
you'd look at me in drunken appreciation
and fall in love.