falling true.
Every time a new day arrives, I am reminded to see morning in your eyes, or at least a glimpse of it. And you need not say anything, dear. It's enough, this quiet skyline in my mind, where emblems of gratitude rise with the sun, bathed in ever so gracious love. I look into your eyes with a swelling smile, but right then and there, I'm off tracing a new line in their reflection of the morning light-- a different line. You are here under this sun, yet you are not. You turn towards the vast open sky bearing the new day. In your sigh, the moment expands and I feel you heart somehow clinging to the grass with all its might. Your eyes are roaming the young October sky, but your mind is somewhere on some downhill road. Your eyes come back to meet mine, and it's stronger this time, but I feel your smile barely reaching out for the surface. I know, dearest. It's okay. And you read it in my gaze-- I've just thrown away the words in my chest, making room only for what you ...