Beauty is in the eye
of anyone who sees
but can’t stop pointing
to what’s still there.
there is nothing I need to know differently today….
inquiry for today~ ok, so did you remember to notice your heart too?
I think your soul remembers
things weren’t always as they are
A reflection of the night
before the streetlights stole the stars
And something in you is yearning
for where all the wild things went,
A daisy in the cracks
Amidst a world of cement.