Some days it’s enough
To know that somewhere out there
Are butterflies, and flowers
That the sun rose, and the moon shines
That music plays ballads softly in our bones
A rising crescendo, mach speed reached
When the heart drum beats to the tune
Of crumbling leaves, and falling stars
It’s enough to know there are waves reaching shores
That souls still connect over time and space
That some friendships and connections will not sever
And that the morning will bring a respite
From the night
