She peers
At him
Sideways
And wonders
When he
Forgot,
“I am
Beautiful,”
She whispers,
“And yours.”

High upon the valley
And low atop the hill
The shadows creep in darkness
As in light they never will
Dancing through the caverns
Or cavorting in the sky
Separated from their masters
As the darkness cuts their ties
Flying freely, sometimes gliding
Coinciding with the night
Never showing in their knowing
Of the coming of the light
Sweetly savoring each moment
Of the freedom they have won
‘Til they’re forced back into servitude
With the coming of the dawn

I hate the word simple.
Everything is actually really
complex.

© A. Leigh

Whenever
you are ready
to let down your guard
and break down the walls,
I promise to pick up
every brick
and rebuild you
as if to rebuild
my home.