When you are in the dark
It is easy to forget
What it was like
When you were in the light

Until we feel the softest rains
And sand between our toes
Till we see our breath on morning days
Or taste the wind that gently blows

Until we smell the earthy dew
Or feel the pebbles in our grasp
Till the lightning flashes through
Till the leaves all fall at last

Until the sparrow sings its final song
Or the wisteria finally blooms
Until we face the moon for long
We shall be fearful of what looms

I've always loved the villain
The one with the bad past
And a good heart
The villain with dark hair
And a defined jaw
I've always loved the villain
The boy that makes killing art
With flaming eyes
And a broken smile
That'll break your heart
If it doesn't break your head first.

You will meet
people
in life that
love to keep score.
"I've done this for you, so
you should do that for me."
They keep a mental ledger.
They're pathetic.
Nothing is ever done out of
the goodness of their heart.
Their mind clicks with
records and accounts.
They are slaves to the
almighty penny.
Nothing you do will
ever
count anyway.
You're always in
the red.

At four-thirty this afternoon,
In the sky I saw a bright full moon,
There were no stars around,
no clouds,
no sun -
Day moon was the only one.

I’m sure she came out this early,
To see what the world was really like,
she couldn’t see so well,
with stars
at night -
Despite shining all her light.

She loves like poems
and stars and moon-
grandeur, finest, calm

But he's an ocean,
lightnings and thunders-
chaotic, loud, ******.

Both unwilling to change
but in tides and trenches
they meet.

cookies and tea
and a hand on the knee
are a few of the things
I find most lovely