It's always glass with you.

And silk.

You always spoke of silk.

Of silk and golden thread.

Of sunshine and shimmers.

You always saw blue

where there was green

and beauty

where there was none.



It's always love with you.

And laughter.

No matter how deep it's buried.

It's buried and damp.

It's dark and withered.

You always found smiles

where there was pain

and spirit

where there was none.


I see it now.

I was looking to the past.

And seeing what was.

You were looking to the future.

And seeing what would be.

Nothing's changed.

But, I see it now.