No day is like another.
Like the light in a cup,
the aroma of rain,
the touch of sleep,
never the same.
Things coax us out of our ways,
soften the hardness of slopes,
move storms over our heads,
and warm us.
We are not forever.
There are beginnings and ends.
We should not waste the smiles
and tears in us,
regret what was never intended.
There are truths that redeem us,
the ache of being loved,
of never being heard.
We are never forgotten.
We are never misplaced.
Love is protected,
dreams hold firm,
immutable as stars.