Through the Mesh

My back porch has become my friend
better than the rest.
It lets me sit in silence for a while, facing west. 
here I see the sunset
and the weeping willow cry,
Here I am alone, myself. Where I can laugh or cry.
The sunset is a beauty
and the colors rich and gold,
there I think of stories, rants and lyrics. New and old.
On the porch I catch the light
I sit in darkenss too, 
I wave to stars so high above and breathe the morning dew.
Here I see more of the world
More secretes fit together
Protected, finding shards of hope and enjoying all the weather. 
This porch became my comfy chair
its walls are like a hug
wishes seeping through the mesh and keeps away the bugs. 
On this porch with willow tears
I find myself and rest
I say hello to who I am, all while facing west.