Rose Colored
When I wake,
for an hour or so
perched upon my window sill
with the scent of dew in the breeze,
I gaze at the dull sky
and listen to the sound
of each piercing note of this melody
sweet and clear
in this life I doze in
tucked in the folds of my quilt
drifting
and suddenly,
when I awaken from my thoughts,
the sun,
it has risen
and the sky,
it has bloomed
streaks of rose colored clouds
stretch across the sky
and leave me aching inside
because
I am not alone
and the cracks I’ve made
in this globe
are how I met you
and I laugh every time I remember
how you say, "No."
with a face
that is unable to hide its smile
when I try to steal your food