Late Night Thoughts

Wherever is Her Heart

Tiring of the mundane

She drops into the bed that she does not call home

Everpresent tears glisten, unheeding of the joy she brings

The sorrow lulls her to sleep

Where she sees her previous life

But fear steals her momentary peace

And she wakes 

Staring into a mirror, she searches for her beauty

But different eyes stare back

Rocking in her favorite chair, she takes shelter in her mind 

Which turns to fables

Her sadness her only inspiration, she scribbles down her thoughts

Not cautionary tales, but ones of love and happiness

And she waits for the one to wake

Who will see her as she is

And who will find beauty and comfort in her presence

For she is the healing rain and the soft glow of a fire

She is the sweat that drips and the change you find in your pocket long after you knew it was there

She is the dust that hangs in the air that you watch as a child

When the sunrays that have chosen your window find their way to your floor

She is a part of you and you a part of her

And she is forgiveness and a warm hug

She is also the one who interrupts you while you're writing this

But she's worth the interruption

For her, it's worth the wait

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