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.