Some days,

We’re shown the way,

Yet unable to believe. ...

Another week begins,

With steps to discover,

Layers to uncover, ...

Love had to melt,

And quietly fade,

Before I perceived, ...

What we pick up,

Along the way,

Need not be carried, ...

My hardest task,

Is to forget the past,

Leave tomorrow behind, ...

Sometimes,

A blank page,

Is all one needs. ...

A dark quiet morning.

When Bach played,

Snowflakes fell, ...

To stand out,

Visibly loud,

Or quietly blend, ...

When at sunset,

The skyline is layered,

With tiny floating bubbles, ...

I sat in many corners,

To learn lessons,

Growing up. ...

When days end,

Yet my world remains safe.

Then as the years pass by, ...

There was a time,

When every day I walked,

Drank and waited for you, ...

That which matters,

Is often in plain sight,

Yet unseen. ...

At some points in life,

Hearts need patching up.

I recall those long-ago, ...

Growing up,

I craved to understand.

Now I try to accept, ...

I eat something sweet,

But the feeling doesn’t last.

Touching a wall, ...

When nighttime arrives,

Yet sleep decides to hide,

For at least a little while, ...

Even when things,

Can easily be grasped,

My mind finds ways, ...

I have been told,

That tranquility resides,

In one’s mind. ...

If I were to be,

Any geometric shape,

I’d choose a square, ...