Slow mornings

 I love slow mornings

Sipping my coffee,

Reading my book,

Watching the world wake

Without asking anything of me.

In those quiet moments,

Time feels kind,

And my heart remembers

How peaceful life can be.

The Last Hurrah

The sun looks the prettiest before it sets

A dying person shines before his final fret

That bittersweet melody

The last hurrah, so carefree!

The only thing we will hold close

Are memories.

So let's laugh and sing

Raise a glass

To the treasured past 

While we embark onto the new!

Boundaries

Far, yet so near

Sometimes circling back to the same point.

They can be weird,

They can be disastrous,

They can be safe,

They can be kind.

But boundaries so absolutely necessary,

Are the quiet lines we draw

To keep our hearts intact,

To love without losing ourselves,

To stay open,

Without bleeding everywhere.