Sometimes we stand alone,

Surrounded,

With nowhere to go. ...

Jagged edges,

Will always melt,

With warmth. ...

Some days,

Mother nature paints

Strange pictures, ...

Sunrise above the clouds,

When Bach plays in silence,

Black coffee tastes sweet, ...

Everyday life,

When light moments,

Can fill the sky. ...

Quiet, early mornings,

When orange skies,

Fill up with memories, ...

Those bustling halls,

Are empty and quiet now.

But not for long. ...

Hazy days,

When nighttime dreams,

Evaporate in a game ...

Upsetting moments,

Do eventually pass.

But images cast in stone, ...

Sometimes we flow,

Passing through obstacles,

With grace and ease. ...

Like people,

Some plants too,

Turn white, ...

When minds are crowded,

Thoughts clouded, and

Worry freely roams ...

Even in the darkest forests,

Light finds a way,

To shine through. ...

As daylight fades, and

You’re in the woods alone,

Bewildered and wondering ...

End of a long workday.

When dreams hibernate,

Naked trees long for leaves, ...

Frozen, bent,

Or basking in sunshine.

Everything is possible, ...

Somedays,

Which way to go,

Seems confusing, unclear. ...

Quiet,

Early morning days,

When the sun, ...

All tracks,

Eventually disappear.

But their memories, ...

Not an image,

From a foreign planet.

Merely pieces of ice, ...