Frothy Pink

love can fill pot holes of sadness not all of them though within every quilted warmth there's pockets of dead-dead cold its a must to construct our own peace gather it together in heaping teaspoons sit in its glow thank an unseen entity before it crumbles (as all goodness tends to do) build a crude shelter from its bones from the grace of its soul for the hard moments are coming.. brace for the night callers and crawlers hunker down pray for warmth the glory of morning hope lies in the frothy pink horizon of life