something always
draws me
to the page,
sort of like
a moth to a flame
tiny flickering
of insight,
ignites within,
and we’re off
on a whim
Yiruma’s,
Sunset Bird
playing
on my headset,
least I forget
the inspiration
that lives on…
in this
beautiful worlds
shedding
of blessings
all-around,
which,
we can see
when we
stay present,
sound,
and
grounded
in the reality
we know
is there, even if,
and when,
we are
unawares
it’s lovely
to contemplate
our existence
on this
planet spinning
through space
round,
and,
round
we go, where
will we stop,
nobody truly knows,
yet,
there
is a knowing,
for you and I,
if we
silently abide
in
that
which we feel
on the
loneliest of nights
chilled
to the bone,
with no hand
to hold
but our own
and, even
then,
my dear friends,
know,
you are
not alone,
in this galaxy
far from
space,
as the human
connection
we share
is anything
but commonplace
each
has
their own gift
to shed,
and when
exposed to the light,
it is truly
beyond compare,
and, oh, so bright
there, there,
then,
on those
lonely nights,
we all have them,
fear, and fright,
abound,
yet
what’s
truly astounding,
is the feeling
I get when I’m
connected within,
and, to
all my friends,
and, yes,
that’s you
reading this
before
you’re off to bed
a lullaby
for you instead
sleep well,
my
dear ones,
and never forget,
time is always there,
and we are
never, ever,
second best,
only ever truly blessed
