Smiling frogs

8 October 2022

I Built a little world here, with sunflowers and roses and white picket chairs, a candle and a trinket box and little smiling frogs.

Solar lights for the dark and sun rays in the day, shelter from the rain with smells of the earth and dampness to bring back memories long forgotten of earth and dirt and dancing in the rain.

The only dreams that matter now are the ones we wish for when our eyes are closed and the world is quiet. Whispers of laughter from heaven above, seeping into our fragmented thoughts splayed out in our psyche.

Every mountain we climb in life, we still fall asleep and dream of the ones we missed.

For all that we are blessed with in our days; such as blades of glistening grass in the light of the windows rays across the lawn from my place of solitude.

Or the sound of rain that could be across the entire earth from my perspective.

Or raindrops on my roses and sunflowers that shine bright even in the night-

We still stop and breathe in the night air and watch the candle glimmer by our chair and feel the immensity of emptiness because the world will keep turning, taking in all that we love as we sleep.