Wedged somewhere between the aughts
In the early morning hours
What is it you hear?
Scatting of a bird
Or the ticking of the clock
Down the hall

The sun filters in, golden
Through wooden slats
Bitter coffee waits to be made
Sweet with cream and
Drops of maple

Home is slow and silent now
In this residual world
Where you rise and work
Busy yourself with tasks
Waiting to pick up where
Life left off

Spring is still here,
Blooming and cool
Soothing to the nervous spirit
You can still step outdoors,
Breathe in jasmine and fresh air
Humming, meditating, on newness

For now you follow a different routine
Connect, find comfort in what is
Around with new appreciation
Embrace a slow morning
And an easy evening
Sunshine and small escapes

If I could recall every beautiful memory
Including a caress or a hug or even a smile
Maybe, I could forget the pain of day-to-day
If even for a moment

and, so, I wonder why not?
Why can’t we live in the memory of something inspiring and live in the best day of our lives every day, or laugh at a really funny joke
we might remember off the top of our heads,
without it being isolating?

There are films made about those types of moments.
They evoke the same types of feelings through
the framework of nostalgia.
Imagine laying in fresh grass, staring up at the sky and
feeling the coolness of the ground beneath you.

I implore you to try to imagine these things
And to take it as seriously as if you were there
for the moment you fell in love for  the first time.

Bring upon the sunshine

the girl in my dancing class has a secret

she's not good at hiding

i can tell quite well

she's fallen for him

and for a while now



the boy i eat ice cream with has a secret

i can also read his mind

his smile can't lie

he loves her too

oh what a joy



time passes with a veil of white

my heart is spilling with trite words

that speak every word of truth

she looks so happy

and so does he

why would anyone interfere upon two walking sunshine

but you see



she's given up dancing

so i dont see her as much

she wants to spend time with him

instead of focusing on silly stuff



he doesn't eat ice cream with me anymore

instead rather with her

he wants to grow a stronger connection

and i totally get it



watching the time grow old with grey hair and wrinkled skin

i've always been alone

if he loves her

what else can occur

then her loving him

Sunlight pours through a glass pane, filling the room with gentle warmth,

kissing my face.

and i know one truth.

i love you <3

i can talk to the sun, did you know?

he tells me about his day

and each time i walk home, i take a pouch of his light

as a gift of my kindness



this careful young girl walked home 

a spring in my step

then my vision suddenly spots

a sad rain cloud looking at me



frightened and worried she looks

anxious and tactful i am

i pour her the warm sunshine

the contents of my pouch emptied



pipper and bright the cloud looks

she is happy and joyful

her rain has disappeared

she rushes off to join her fluffy friends



i decide to walk home

the spring gone from my step

this careful girl stares into a mirror of time

i will wait for tomorrow's routine

I find love in the flowers,
Little petals of sunshine
Smile at me from between thick leaves.

I find love in the clouds,
Flowing feathers and cotton candy
Watching over me sweetly, shielding me from the sun.

I find love in the wind,
The gentlest gust
Asking kindly to see my face between my curls.

I find love in your grin,
Bright ivory between pink cushions
And in them, the essence of all that is good.