Your simple smile
Brightens the darkest crannies
Of the ancient 18 story bookcase
That I call my mind.
Where the cobwebs once insipidly hung
There is now elegant silk
Woven of baby blues and soft yellows
Draped amongst the mounds of clutter.
My coiled and confused thoughts
That roamed lifelessly throughout
The chaotic silence
Have since found purpose.
My world seems to have
Been turned upside down
Twisted inside out,
And molded into a new shape altogether.
I grin and welcome this exotic sensation
Much like the early morning
Welcomes the light of
Each unlived day.