Starting Anew
The sounds of individual water droplets colliding with a creaking roof
while you lay slumbering in a nest of neatly stitched blankets
The morning when you wake to the filaments of the sun
seeping through your curtain, coming millions of miles just to touch you
The days when you realize that the wind is waltzing slowly
and lazily around you so you are able to relish in its sway
The nights when the universe allows a few of its beloved stars
to leak their silver luster onto this world for you to stare up in wonder
The moments when you suddenly grasp the fact that if time could stop
you would be completely serene for eons
Life is a story with infinite genres and plots
Every story has the fall of plans and dreams
but every story has a minute suspended in time
where the everything folds into place
and aspirations start anew.