I refuse to stand still
And wait for the sun to shine on me
I’ll move so fast and free
That the sun will be forced to follow
Lets take flight
We have a world to see
Just you and me
Living out our dreams

Kisses
Like
Coming Home
Warm
As the morning sun
Filtering
Through the window
Arms
Wrapping around you
Holding you
Keeping you
Safe

-jt

You are the whisper of love.
You are a thousand roads to kindness.
You are God's image and daily prayers!

You are the color of spring.
You are the fragrance of the flowers.
You are the smell of freshly baked cake!

You are all of the beautiful melodies of the birds.
You are the charming smiles on the faces of people,
Painted with a rainbow of inspiration and optimism!

You are the  twinkling stars.
You are the new dawn wrapped
with renewed promise; the sunshine!

Your soft words are a sweet song that touches hearts,
Makes faces glow with smiles,
And fills minds with hope and inspiration!

Hussein Dekmak

There I lived my life, no one knew,
None cared for that matter, life’s spent,
The flowers that bloom and shine,
Depart when no one shrines,
Like the empty halls of fruitless kings,
There lies a lifeless motion, defect,
I’ve been forsaken by the memories,
Of the loved ones’ no more,
A lone tree in the spotless field,
Rise and fall as if clock work’s will,
I long for a place, a void of emotions,
All good and bad seize to exist,
Even my creator, the God, forbidden,
A sight, I could rest forever still,
***** at my feet, meadow beneath,
Eternal sunshine of my spotless mind,
All that is, within my dream, but,
When can it become a visionary gleam?

Sweet sipping sounds
And notes of vanilla bean
Wrapped up in the Monday migraine
With little left to do than lie in bed

But this is not the bother
The warm morning soup fills bellies
Until all senses direct to feet in slippers
Then work boots
Then frigid temperatures

No, not to give into the call of society
But to edit its intensity
To choose not to leave quite yet
To choose to indulge in a sunrise’s delight

We are not meant to leave this safe space
Of brown blankets and lavender
We are meant to cultivate it as a garden
So that we may blossom into a new tomorrow