How do you describe them?
Maybe a bit too bright to look at them directly
Maybe a bit too big and a fire might appear
Maybe a bit too small and just a flicker will be
Is it surrounded by other objects?
Maybe freshly cut oaks all around
Slow live music prevails in the air
Or just the wind that moves between your ears
Is it someone with a beating heart?
With an aura so lukewarm
You might even doubt if it's their presence
Or yourself feeling so nice around them
When they hang from the ceiling
Happy smiles start to appear
When they come from the floor
There is absolutely nothing to fear
Rain might be present
And will always look great together
People flock in doors
To protect themselves from the weather
Maybe some coffee might be brewing
Or a honey chamomile tea might be waiting
Some prefer hot cocoa milk
Other just the presence of silence and their closest dear
Yellow light, candles or electric ones
Bring life to a pretty gray existence
To feel warm and laugh
To reminisce and create
Maybe you have some different outlook
Would you be so kind to point me that way?
YOU ARE READING
The moon, space and her.
PoetryA chronological collection of poems about an awkward and deep relationship with the people I love and Miss Destiny.
