Happiness was once the kiss of monarch wings on little palms
A cup of milk warmed on the stove and sprinkled with cinnamon
Quiet corners where I would fold myself into the warmth of the world
Exchanging darkness for snow sparkle with each strong breath
Blessed is the place where the shining dust of yesterdays settled in sunbeams
Broken is the place where my mind tries to make roses of colored paper
Here is where I reach out to you and sing my little song
Where only I can hear the pulse of pavement beneath my feet
Tomorrow always comes too soon
The spaciousness of sunrises sweating softly into clouds
Peaks sweet as clementine rinds wrought brightly against blue
This is where I wonder, where I reach straight out to you.