We have been led to believe in our artificial thinking that the rosebush dies in the winter,
Yet I wake at sunrise to hear the singing of the birds.
Upon opening my eyes I am witness to their dance and play Atop those dry, thorny branches.
This gives me hope
Which I will welcome into my heart
At every opportunity,
Again and again.
Hello Milky Way.
I have been longing to see you again.
These city lights,
They block your luminosity
And leave me stumbling to find my way.
I struggle to find direction
Without stars to guide me.
Artificial radiance shines bright like a beacon
Until you get close enough to
Realize their lack of heat within.
I close my eyes and begin again,
Having faith in my own intuition.
I know the truth.
We know the truth.
The stars are ever steady
With brilliance true.
Chole Into Diamonds 