Day 21: Twinkle
One alone to start, solely beating never a second heart, hardly counting the minutes to the end, is it time to part? Part of me sees one ray of hope, a rising and falling need to cope, can’t imagine another way up, hanging at the end of my rope. Tied to the dark half of our tree as the sun begins to rise, I think of our life inside, within, a warmth growing in size, all we need now is a path, all we need now is a guide. To get us there we can share the light, it’s only a matter of time, when it’s right, start the journey the never-ending climb.
Two times too many days to just stare out and gaze at the lovely things in this world. Working while wishing for this star in my story, no mystery that it shines perfectly, a miracle – good as gold. Golden chance to live in this hour, our tree growing, now it’s a tower, looking over our city at night just on the hill of us – starlight shower.
Remember the good times,