Darlin’,
you missed the light today,
through the shimmy of the leaves
and the poise of the daisies,
between the swaying shadows
on the carpet.
Maybe light doesn’t have a sound,
but I heard it in the hushing of my mind.
I held it in my hands
and felt it in my smile.
It feels like you, darlin’.
It feels like you.
-Melissa Donley