You are that one thing
the point between two converged road
Between speculations and wondering
You will be where I hide
Under the pillows of my comfort up to the
ashen sky above as I spread to reach
the height of liberty
You are that honest heart that leads
into the safest harbor making palms warmly secured
the one that sings to the moon
and pulls the tide in only one direction
You will be the trail taken by stars
filled with sawdust where I held all my wishes
You are that one thing
your smile
a fraction
flickering in the mind
like a picture
moments in mirage
to remember and feel
clearing this fogged mind
and stabilizing my senses
You will be that empty bench across the street
a special place reserved
my heart's domicile
mind that houses a single name
not a one to forget
You are that freshly brewed cup of coffee served
on a Monday morning
An experience
You are that stuck in metaphors
of how words can encapsulate you
in thoughts and in imagery
yet you can escape
in tears and unspoken words
You are an art
A rhyme, a sketch, canvass
a pottery
and a poetry
and you are this one thing
is and always will be
what the stars called out to shine
and for all the world to see
