Saying goodnight to the one you love
is like reading the final page of a book.
As the last chapter ends you notice
just how beautiful the plot has been.

You've appreciated the joy and the pain
as you read through every single page.
Yet there are more stories left to tell
than can be told before the books end.

So although the last sentence has come,
in the morning another book awaits.
You may start a new great story together,
or maybe return to a plot you left behind.

A heartfelt story, a beautiful landscape, an entire world can exist in just a single teardrop. What worlds do I create? Am I the cause of someone else's pain or do I ease their tears to become part of that story.

Everyone has a story to share. Some, beautifully written, others with torn pages and blotched ink. The mountain tops of joy and the valleys of anger and regret, the beautiful smiles masking broken hearts. In its uncomfortableness, may I have empathy and strength enough to love others’ stories of fear and hope and well hidden pain, while being vulnerable enough to comprehend their meanings.

My life is an amazing tapestry full of many threads, each a beautiful story with a beginning and an ending.

Your mind and heart are intertwined in a dance of such grace and beauty...may I have this dance?

Dreaming is a song I kept forgetting the words to,
but something about you helped me remember.
It was your laugh that I’d never heard before,
but have been waiting my whole life to hear,
to remind me that my dreams can come true.

Insomnia that dark mistress of the night,
you take me away from my escape,
my sanctuary from the bedlam of the day.
You leave me lucid awake and tormented,
with eyes heavy and a restless beating heart.
So here I lay adrift in a sea of moonlight,
wanting freedom from the days chaos,
to ease into tranquility and a sweet passing.