little light

in the morning of a child 
the world is bright
nightlights, toys, and imaginary friends

in the morning of a child 
is full of wonder
my eyes are open looking out into this
all these memories intertwine my golden web 
and I the spider

in the morning of a child 
the day is full of plans
cupcake tea parties
fields full of bright flowers dappled with gold
and stuffed animal friends on the bed

in the morning of a child
all of this seemed like nothing 
nothing nothing nothing you can do will shake my confidence
nothing can shake my confidence
not an earthquake 
or a storm 
or a fire
or nothing

in the morning of a child 
the world is full of flowers
reading tea bag fortunes was my passion

in the morning of a child 
in the morning of a child 
in the morning of a child

in the morning of a child
I love the way you say good morning
I love your voice
I love your smile
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love...
"just leave the night light on".

in the morning of a child
 

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    bloom

    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
    rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

    each flower once flourishing and loved--
    only to be hung upside down,
    and left to die in a dank closet. 
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    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
    the ocean swells into giant pool along the rock cliffs of life,