All I need,

Is to close my eyes,

Drown out the noise, …

When days come my way,

That I cannot see straight,

I no longer fret. …

There now are days,

That come my way,

With clear blue skies, …

Snowflakes danced,

As I stared outside.

Hard to believe, …

And where,

Among the many,

Do I find you, …

Support comes,

Unexpectedly,

In many forms. …

How to believe,

And peacefully flow,

When on one side, …

And so he searched,

Without knowing why.

Somewhere in the mist, …

It is hard,

To be by her side,

When the world is sunny, …

Not all barbecues,

Are the same.

Like people, …

Old,

Closed doors,

Hold stories inside. …

Today I’ll climb a tree,

To discover,

What beyond I see. …

How I appear,

In the world outside,

Is but an image, …

That which lays beyond.

The obscure memories,

Buried in the fog, …

Some gifts,

Come from the heart.

Wrapped with memories, ,,,

To freeze,

Is a part of life.

But to melt, …

Many paths,

Look the same.

Which today, …

Things foreign,

Can at times,

Resemble dreams. …

His stories,

Were filed away,

Behind closed doors. …

I crave tranquility,

Inside.

But around me, …