I speak of the dawn more than dusk,
It’s the dusk I love, it’s the dawn I ask for.
So when the world settles on my shoulder, before my knees sink on the ground I place my hand on my chest, look for my heart, await the slight beating of it,
And I tell myself that I made it to this moment,
The journey is still on.
I hope you find your way home.
Travel the world, rise and fall,
And when you put one foot in front of the other,
or wander,
I hope you find your way home.
I look for you when the world is quiet,
When you aren’t waiting for their likes,
retweets, comments, reposts…
I look for you when the world is loud,
When their judgment condemns you,
When you want to travel to the end of the world and stay there.
I look for you because I find you in extremes,
So when you stop to catch your breath,
I hope then you will choose me,
You’ll love me not by their ratings or your desire to meet their expectations.
I await your embrace.
I feel like Summer.
Warmer, braver, lighter.
I feel like Summer,
so why do you act like it’s such a bummer?
I feel like Summer.
Lighter, warmer, happier.
Come to me.
No, run to me.
Come like thunder, blazing like lightning,
Set me ablaze, let’s burn.
I want you to keep coming,
At dawn, at dusk
In January, in November
With a pen in hand or a keyboard before me.
Come my way, won’t you?
Flow through me, come so I may write you down.
I knew you’d come,
I just didn’t know I’d still be home.
Here you are,
Unbound, warm, delightful,
As sure as the sun rises and sets,
You are here.
Go where you are celebrated,
It’s what they say,
It’s what I hear and sometimes on days like this,
It’s what I aspire to.
So, here I am…present in this moment, with myself,
Grateful.
I cannot hear your voice,
Not in my memory.
I see your face when tears adorn my face,
And it hurts because I cannot remember why I forget you.
I cannot recall what it was that tore us apart,
You grace the heavens, I tell myself this because to imagine you anywhere but there is beyond my soul.
Today I saw you Dad,
I was at work talking to a colleague and there you were…across the fence, in the man talking to his daughter,
reaching out to hold her hand while smiling.
I know it was you because I couldn’t stop the tears,
I cannot hear your voice, heaven knows I have tried to hear it- recall it- feel it- sound it…everything.
The heavens call you their own,
Yesterday was not as tough as today…
I knew I was home when I saw her,
Flowers in her hair, heaven in her eyes,
I knew she was real,
Because she made me feel.
A soul so profound, that moment, like cream.
I want to have coffee with you on a Monday morning,
Let’s sit down at the break of dawn and talk,
It’s been a while,
I want to see the dimple in your left cheek when you smile.
I want to watch you frown when you talk,
Or how you shake your left leg,
Ten minutes into a conversation…
It’s been a while.
I want to have coffee with you on a Monday morning,
Just like we used to.
nilichoandika 