clear blue skies in the morn
as windows were pushed open
got myself in tact
direct, in contact
the smell of the woods
a mild fragrance of the trees
I bathe in you, refreshed by warmth
you were there with me, though a different dimension
we were within
the same share of existence
because I was encouraged
I've decided to show you some seeds
seeds that you could plant
and grow fruits, if not flowers, if nurtured
you might not be typically fond of them, it is after all a metaphor
maybe a ball of moss, in your words
that would put the widest smile on your face
priceless
again, I feel like singing
one that I can not contain within
realization surfaced as I sync with the present
saved by honesty of my own, I was
my thoughts, regarding you
simple, they were
simple as a single measured unit
a small sigh as I recalled the sky so blue
followed by a smile
two tablespoons of brown sugar
and the sound of a sip of macchiato
we were aligned
as the stars were
I knew I've had you missed
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