EverlastingWaves

Home is 
the soft fur
of the wild cat
that sits on the bed
is the dog curled up
sleeping quietly
on the rug
is the books
piled in a small corner
that only you know of
is the soft smell
of delicous food

The world is starry tonight
the sky is painted
in a midnight hue
a soft, white glow
is the only remnant 
of light
the grass tickles our feet
as we lean back
and watch the stars
dance across 

At the end of the rainbow


some say there is glory

some say there is gold

some say it doesn't exist

what do I say?

I think when you reach the end 


you reach pure joy

The wind whistles
the sun hids behind
the speckled sky
The glowing
white
steels
the flowers
birds
glide to the
south 
among 
snowflakes

If I could
I would lay down on a cloud
and stare up at the sky
watching starts twinkle
I would be able to reach up
and touch the sky itself
​feel the silky, dark night
and know that it has no limits

Mist is a question

wondering if it should let go

and let the world be sunny

enveloping the wet land

in a little blanket

of damp air,

and if you breathe deep

you can smell the soaked air