It is Us.

the grass gets a hair cut and the leaves that change colour and fall off.. is like us getting older and getting greys and thinner hair.
the rain that lands on the tarps and slides down to the bottom, are like children in a waterpark, gurgling up smiles that launch themselves full throttle into the ground floor pool.
the apps that buzz on our phone are the distractions we sometimes relish, taking us into a thoughtless colour coated virtuality and away from whatever needs to be done.
the gang of dogs down the road tempt us into making a dog suit and joining them on their evening adventures. what DO they do.
the clock ticks like a beat to the song of our life and the hum of the fridge coasts along the bass.
but we
we make our melody.
we are the ones deciding, the ones paving our way for us.

Everyday

I love you more than all the dust sparkles under my bed.
I think about you everyday, times over again.
And when the light begins to find the green of our earth,
and the birds begin the first notes of the day,
I hover a smile onto my pillow and stretch all the right strings to
make exactly the right melody for the day.
For you
for me
Everyday.