YWP

In a chaotic world 

of eight billion people, 

each hidden away 

in their own 

separate lives, 

be remembered for 

being the person 

who brings others joy, 

If I could weave the memories of you in a giant blanket 

The night sky would appear 

Or maybe the streets of that one city in Central America 

The unspoken words caught in a language barrier

And it tucked wildflowers

Between the pages,

Petals and pollen spiralled

Like constellations,

Still whispering of the breeze

And of the shooting stars;