when the sadness becomes deep
like the crunch of long dead leaves
and an acoustic guitar echoing off of marble.
when it's accompanied by silent tears,
i want my love to
take its calloused and velvet hands
and wrap you in warmth.
remove the ice and the trapped feeling,
give you every key and every paintbrush.
grow clovers around your home
and plant flowers in the floor of you room.
let them serve as reminders of the things
greater than sadness: life and its persistence.
spring will thaw,
winter will not win.
hope is merely sunlight.
it can disappear during the dark night
but the daybreak of its return is glorious.
you will live to see the sunrise.

I saw 25 years flash before my tired eyes
Third of my life is over
Older with every sunrise