Reid@YWP

There would be a time in life

When I could give up hope and just

Fly into the moon

I know I'll join her soon

Your pale, sad face

Stained blue with tears

Emulates love that won't thrive here

Foggy mid-winter

With the earthy smell of Spring.

How is this Vermont?

The moon and the stars and one dark night turned extraordinary. 

One night with my dad. We gazed 

At the sky, eyes wide, 

Drinking in the beauty. 

I look at myself in the mirror,

Seeing every little detail of myself:

The eyes that have learned to seek creativity,

The mouth that has learned to leak laughter,

Crescent moon eyes with cheeks bunched up below

A smile and laugh that creates warm swells

The small moments of interest you show

You ask what I am doing, so I tell.

You tease, I tease back — these moments cherished

I would caution you with tales of what happened to the aimless,

but if you truly are aimless, 

you are also fearless.

And you will have no fear of the danger in any story;