Sunday, March 8, 2015

The Path to Happiness

I understand
My path to happiness
Is anything
But straight
And narrow

I've come to understand
My path to happiness
Is not etched in stone
Or even
Permanent marker

But when I use
A pencil
To trace my path
To happiness
There is the danger
Of everything
Being erased

So what
Shall I use
To color
This path?

Pockets of Time

I find
Pockets of time
Used to be
I'd steal them
For me
But now
I think
Of you
And these
Pockets of mine
Feel full
And light
As the days
Are filling
With bright
And now
I only
Have to fight
To give us
A chance
To be right
If only
For one night