Imagine that you are sitting at the top of a building
It is all bright white
The sky is bright blue with a few clouds scattered through
The sun is out and it is a bright day
There is a slight breeze -- not too much

As you look out, you see the ocean
It is a deep blue
The day is absolutely perfect
You are calm and still
Embracing the moment
It is sublime
You feel total bliss
A little taste of heaven

Tonight
I will not be sleeping
till I write the words
that are keeping
me awake

Tonight
I’ll make the most
of a late night evening
and by the morning
waiting
for you to wake

Tonight
Who’d have thought
I’ll be weeping
while you’re dreaming
words too late

Tonight
while gone
I keep writing
alone and grieving
words I wish I wrote
and now reaping
your fate

I saw you
Through the screen
On that second
Why did I think
It was meant to be

Now read from bottom to top.

Every day will be a gift
even grey and rainy Mondays
because eventually all the clouds will lift
and they'll become sunny Sundays

Every night will be the best
even when the wind is screaming
because eventually it will have a rest
and amongst stars we'll be dreaming

Every moment will feel better
and you will shed your last tear
just when you think your winter will get wetter
suddenly the skies will clear

You sit on your porch swing, miles away
Making shapes out of streetlights
Dancing in the dark
Looking for remnants of a red sun
Chasing after silver moonlight
A pen in your hand
Poetry on your tongue
But the wind catches sight of you,
Carrying the words away  
And everything remains unspoken