Everything in this moment feels WHITE:
My name when you call it,
The comfort you exude
Gentle light let in by open windows
The soft petals of daisies fallen
WHITE is Chopin on the stereo
WHITE is a ceramic bowl you take care not to break
WHITE sheets of paper budding with possibility
Sun bleached seashells along the shore
WHITE thread to bend a torn button
Handwritten heartfelts on WHITE stationary, exchanged with hardly a word
What is left to say?
Walking under moonlight,
Whistling a low, sweet tune
WHITE pillowcases to finally rest our heads;
Send ourselves to dreams on
And you
You are everything I’ve described:
care , solace , relief
And when I forget what comfort is-
I remember who you are