you

May 29, 2014 § 2 Comments

you asked the other night
why I smile so much,
why my eyes remain open
beneath gravity’s touch

and it’s really all because
of wispy clouds in the sky,
and how birds sing out
to their friends passing by

it’s because of my sister
who sings as much as the birds,
it’s the simplicity of letters
turning into words

it’s pressing keys and humming
to a tune unheard before,
it’s a letter from the past
and taking time to explore

it’s the magic that happens
when you’re up at four a.m.,
it’s the winding path we wander
in search of something grand

it’s pie and how the ocean tastes
all the things we’ll never know,
it’s oblivion, it’s wonder
and aimless footprints in the snow

and it has to be the stars
and how they’re never from view,
the way the sun always rises
or perhaps, it’s only you.

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