Unexpected love and its mess
The light you speak
is the light you get.
You find it in corners,
in crevices,
in unexpected love
and its tender mess.
I ponder this and more,
smiling over flowers,
you,
and the quiet wonder
of the sunset.
The light you speak
is the light you get.
You find it in corners,
in crevices,
in unexpected love
and its tender mess.
I ponder this and more,
smiling over flowers,
you,
and the quiet wonder
of the sunset.