The poet that didn't know it

with rain comes rebirth

I'll be in the fields filled with flowers, you'll be in the bar filled with regret. You can pick and choose your battles, but you cannot forget. We have that in common.

Lavender skies soaked in sunlight hazy eyes glazed over from last night darling, you've been wicked but carry on.

Dream lover, where you exist is where I am only partially. Dipping a toe in the water when you wish to drown, smiling when you wish to frown A fruitful imagination, my greatest blessing. If only I could live there, swimming through thoughts in the lake of my mind. You might be surprised at what you find, pay me a visit if you wouldn't mind.

Life is made up of waves and illumination. The spark of realization, the light of inspiration, the flickering glow of a newly formed idea. Waves of emotions akin to a tsunami, a whirlpool, a lazy river, a single drop of rain, a flood. I'm reminded that after a storm, comes a rainbow.

The way the buildings meet the sky, makes you wish you could get that high.