Come inside.

A peaceful place,

To leave the past behind. ...

Sometimes,

Standing afar,

To look back, ...

I’ll wait.

As loneliness reigns,

Dreams struggle ceaselessly ...

Some days,

You may feel loopy,

Out of sorts, ...

Clean.

Scratched.

Smiling, in fading daylight. ...

Everything’s unique.

Even different shades

Of a single color. ...

Sunny,

Cloudy,

Even shades of stormy. ...

Shattered days,

When nothing feels right.

Pieces left behind. ...

A gentle burn,

Or a soft whisper

Fading away. ...

Lemon slices,

Adorning a pine tree.

A neat trick. ...

They bloom,

Bringing smiles to

Faces walking by. ...

Sometimes,

Desolate, foreign planets,

Are not too far away. ...

A present,

Shrouded in thought.

Fingertips, knots, laughter. ...

Closing eyes,

To dream,

Of where to be…

It’s Spring.

Birds chirp before dawn.

The sun awakens, yawns, ...

At the end,

Regardless of what’s said,

Written, ...

A beautiful day.

The sun starts to set.

But it feels strange. ...

Submerged.

Bound together.

Little room to move, ...

Sometimes,

What’s most important,

Isn’t that which ...

Even the slightest

Sliver of sunlight,

Can transform a cloudy, ...