The sweetest things are painfully alert,
\nexamined by the likelihood of losing:
\nIs living worth the risk of getting hurt?
\nOr loving worth the consequence of choosing?<\/p>\n
Uncertainty gives in to hope instead,
\nto shelter nights in silence, to appear –
\numbrella in the rain; a cosy bed
\nfor you to dream; and sheets of paper clear<\/p>\n
for you to lay that inner beauty down.
\nFor us to be the best we could imagine.
\nWhatever happiness might be – a sound,
\na color, or a place – for us to find it<\/p>\n
within ourselves, and in that fragile space
\nbetween the shores of our separate oceans.
\nI\u2019d like to sweeten mornings, nights, and days,
\nbe goodness, joy, and all the things you wanted\u2026<\/p>\n
I\u2019d gather silver linings to the clouds,
\ninto the fleeting breath of our bitter present.
\nA window screen, a face, my fears and doubts.
\nYour eyes, galactic blue so close across in the desert.<\/p>\n
But if you lay that inner beauty down
\nThen we shall be the best we could imagine.
\nWhatever happiness might be – a sound,
\na color, or a place – for us to find it.<\/p>\n
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