Forever Found

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.