Life's longing for an embrace
Ceases not
After second eight

This only works
If you judge me
Like your mirror

Love fills everything
But small failure
Blinds me to it

A kid told me
The only way to really share something
Is to "share a picture of it
With a poem
And a detailed description
Then talk about it for while"

And I admit
He's pretty much right
But even then
Do we ever really
Get to completely share
Everything of Anything at all?

That does not mean we're alone
Just that
    (Like anything)
When there is something shared
On a deep level
    (aka least fraudulent level)
We should not take it
Lightly

So I'm asking
How excited
About the sky
Do you get?

Two hundred foot shadows, I cast with ease
While steam dances away from porched coffee
With blinding light, I recall last night
    <grin>
Morning's inhale, quiet peace

Sacred weight to some known names
Warming glows, beyond quick flames
The path's finds are mostly lost
Blankets protecting the sudden frost

Brief love is greater than none
Tiny truths, more than some
Sunrises they are, reasons to wake
Keep fresh in mind, for soul's sake

Maps have regions that can't be seen
Pegs that fit, never intend to be
Betray not truth and love known
These are gifts, these your own