Yearn

Boughs of waving arms
Welcome me home

Timeless

Giving birth to what never fully died

Forever Stained

Broken pieces of color break away and fall
Reds and blue and a purple hue

Tick Tock

Space is filled with memories of today

Love is

Loving the imperfection of your perfect picture

Life

Seeing yesterdays value in todays vacant rooms
Breathing air that sits dormant

In a While

Opening your eyes while you reap what was sown

Unwanted Comfortable

What-if’s begin to tip the scales of reality

Fear takes control and starts to breathe