Yes, it is all light and love, we can fix, love, die.
In the end the deer is humbled by the road, walking into the woods.
I am humbled by your face and your patience.
Humbled by the unconditional love that I can give.
Shocked at the joy and surprise of having it returned to me.
I see a mystery every day, a mistake, a lesson.
Each half hour on the clock is a different story, perhaps.
All of a sudden i can look at 4:30 and know I can create 5:30.
Only to a certain extent, the extent that i can think.
Mixed with surprise, change and concurrent constant beat
I saw people that loved me and i couldn't believe it.
Oh i love and have loved, yes, perhaps.
In learning to love myself I stripped something off.
Unbuttoned buttoned up buttons again only to rip them off
Leave them on the floor and admire.
What a lovely, sad and funny button it was.
You looked and laughed as well.
I am humbled by the things that I forget.
How your face constantly reminds me.
Of things I should remember.
And I can be humbled by cognizance...
Shake my head and laugh at my mistakes.