Filled with the sweet rays of possibility,
I celebrate the place I've found in this sun speckled spot.
Alongside me
those I've tied my soul to,
unafraid, for once, of judgement.
Now all that haunts me is the turning of the earth,
spinning me further and further
from those I cherish.
A welcoming face smiles in greeting,
then sets in concentration
as colorful strands
cascade down her face –
a painter
painted in cool colors
that sing of soft sands
There is something knowledgeable
in the way the watch ticks
making itself known
when the reluctant quiet emerges
a melodic ticking in the back of my skull
gives a pace
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