Silly Little Love Song
This is my silly little love song,
To the smell of the leaves in the air,
To the sunshine,
To the gold in my hair,
To the electric tumble of springtime,
To the feeling that there is something on the horizon to look forward to.
This is my ode to you.
The Light at the End of the Tunnel
I wait for the G train to come, eyes burning through the fog.
I remember today,
That if I spend my life trying not to drown,
I will forget how much I love the water.
I will find my harbor, and I will swim.
The sun wakes me through the window this morning.
Baseball hats are out,
The trees unfurl into the light.
Life is bright this Sunday morning.
It has been a long winter.
The darkness comes in with the snow,
The window is numb to my touch,
My fingertips burn.
Tonight I look up,
The sky is cloudless and the sun setting in the west on the Hudson River takes my breath away.
It has been a long time since I have seen the sun set,
The days are getting longer and I know there is still a long road ahead.
There are daffodils at the florist.
Spring, is slowly finding its way here.
The night is dark.
Fears coat the walls in shadows.
I close my eyes,
And let the water kiss my skin.
There is a love in the rainstorms,
A bravery and a strength among the clouds.
Wash over me and take me home.