sweeping the dust
of memories,
I start my day,
with the sunlight
filling the void
left by the darkness
of the night.
I pull the curtains,
open the window;
a strong essence
of happiness rushes in,
an ethereal nectar.
slowly balancing the
pot between my hands,
the soft farms
gently kiss my soul,
a new spring emerges
from within.
gently removing the dew
from every flower
I walk by,
a soft pollen hits
my fresh face,
a broken heart
is healed.
slowly and steadily,
the sun sinks in the
robust ocean of darkness,
and the ocean extends:
a healed heart
goes to sleep.
praying for another
tommorow,
to again kiss the farms,
to again feel the dew,
to again taste the sweet nectar
of happiness,
to love and get loved.