And my eyes are full of wonder,
and my heart is full of hope,
and despite the whirl of breaking bad and breaking news,
I witness myself to be
faithful of the things that are, the things that may never be,
and what I wish for all of us:
I envision an endless horizon with lush greenery and stalks of vibrant sunflowers.
The sun is gentle on my bare skin, the winds of revelation are guiding me further into self-investigation.
I carry nothing, I travel within.
I have no preconceptions of what’s to come, I surrender into the teachings which wait for me in the unknown.
Humble and messy, I always am, and the inevitable typos keep me honest and human.
There are the moments I would wipe away if I could,
but if I would,
I wouldn’t be here, now, writing you this love letter,
and that’s not a truth I am willing to have pass me by.
So I keep my eyes full of wonder and my heart full of hope
by writing love across your bathroom mirror in smudged
burnt red lipstick