though we can’t see her, Hope flies for us.
happy is today.
frustration chews at your soul.
morning quite subdued, with happiness glowing blues.
fiery flames of color herald change and a new day.
the stars are everlasting steady guardians, watching us as we live and die, and love and lose.
the dead envy the living.
you are an island – part of an archipelago.
summer haze grips my lungs.
beneath muted blue and grey, you look for your shadow held captive by your fears.