Day One - Feng Suave

Behind the glass

A leaf is falling

Carried by a gentle sigh

A dog is walked

A lawn is watered

But what am I?

Forgotten

A golden frame

For an aching pain

I’ll swallow

In a quiet room

While outside the flowers bloom

As they would anyway

The sick are brave

And extra loving

I’m none of that

I’m just sick and tired

The children play

Without a warning

The trees are yawning

But then its quiet

A pouring rain washes away

Tomorrow

And its every word

All its faces flaunt concern

Cause what if it did?

And the storm persists

For many years

And I’ll spend my days

As though it would

Anyways

Sometimes I get choked up

Counting my prayers

In a holy sense of disarray

Cause I spend my days

Wishing things could ever change

As if they could

Anyways