New Shapes

Each passing night when we watch the sun disappear behind that forever distant horizon
Praying while thanking for the glorious opportunity to be a witness each time
The earth is constantly moving at incredible speeds that don't make sense
Even when we feel like we don't take three footsteps toward what should be our everything
Reflections of the dim dying day are sure to bring nostalgic memories
Careful mirrored reflections with reflecting mirrors
Rolling landscapes, a peanut butter kiss
Searching for love, finding a more important best friend
Violins stringing a hymn, the song you can't get out of your head
Learning to love the other, praying for the hated
Summer nights, summer rains, summer shoes, summer grime
Bright sun rotations warmly greet stringing light patterns across your face
I fall more in love with each passing shape


-bw