To my beautiful self …
I wish I knew you were a gift
That I hadn’t turned out the lights
I wish I had listened more
That I had looked in your eyes
I wish I had seen you
Maybe next time I will do better
Maybe next time I will lift your face to the falling rain
Maybe we’ll dance in the wild scent of a cherry blossom storm
Drink in the golden sun
C’mon,
Let’s howl at the pregnant moon
Run amongst a trail of stars
And drift on sugar-coated clouds
Maybe next time I won’t forget you
Or wish you were someone else
Maybe next time I’ll make a promise
That I won’t cage you again in rusted expectations
That I’ll give you the matches to burn it all down
Maybe this time I will love you
And maybe I will break
All over again
But I will hold you close
In your glorious goodness
In the stillness of the night
And on the swirling skirts of the breaking dawn
I will try again
To remember the gift that is you
