The sun rises as light streams through your window.   Knowing I could happily stay in your arms forever   Believing that we could be everything to each other   We both have our pasts, our failures   Somehow none of it seems to matter   Trusting, that we will be different   Knowing, we’ll ...

Her blue eyes– dispirited. Her ingenuity went down with the sun, but broke the promise that it would return at dawn. And how can one contently sit on their porch and savor their 5:13 A.M. coffee if the East has ceased to shine its rays?   I wondered what the world looked like on her ...