There's a poem in my head unwritten
a phrase that lurks just out of sight
a snow covered field that hides a kitten
afraid to cry
its fur of white

there's a sadness in my soul uncertain
of which direction it should take
a play without a stage, the curtain
drawn and black as the deepest lake

there's a landscape in my mind untold
where thought is new as each setting Sun
where dreams are washed in light of gold
and words like children run

It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d change the way
You perceive the world

It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d very slowly
Break down your walls
Like how a baby slowly learns to crawl

It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d make your life
Seem so interesting
Talk to you from morning till night
About your past, present, and even your future.

It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Whom you could never stop talking to
Because even when the world around you is chaotic
You know that in that person
There is only peace and happiness
And love

It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d leave
As easily as how they came
As if nothing ever happened between you two
As if their absence is nothing to you
And despite all the pain
Despite all the tears
Despite all the months you spent
Thinking of what went wrong
You choose to love
Because what else can you do
When you’ve met the one
And they let go of you?

In the finer lines of my Mother's eyes
where backroads lead to secret tears
much is spoken when one explores
the map that etches those many years

expressed in smiles and subtle stares
when the world is harsh and cruel
calm washes through your tested soul
that stings of ridicule

in the finer lines of my Mother's eyes
life's riches are retained
and the wells that feed her loving child
through those eyes are sustained