The sun’s sleepy eyes are open, clouds have cleared, and I have a head full of last night’s dreams to keep me fulfilled. Somewhere, a flower is finding the soft and forgiving love of dawn, and I can feel the joy that jumps through her body. This is not the right time, so they say,…

There’s been a storm for days, and I have thought about hiding under my bed, like a little girl. It’s not the thunder that throws me, or the dark, angry state of the sky, just the winds of change.

I am devoted to nobody but my dreams, faithful to a future where my pain is just a journey, and my sadness, an anecdote. Those days must come, because we are already in love.