Many things in one’s life may
be cherished or simply wanted.
Wishes come and go, like a
shooting star across a dark sky.
Secrets become an inane habit of
nature, they are always created
but rarely shared; selfish and
inert to one’s true feelings.
Hidden and covered in jealousy,
creatures of habit form; neither welcome
or unwelcome into one’s precious life.
Many things are simply there, like the
clouds drifting across a baby-blue sky;
untarnished and innocent.
As the sun sets ready to birth a new
day light remains forever found.