Looking Up

Gracefully drifting through holes left in reason Delicately dancing down to taste every season I'll watch you sun, you'll warm my face I wish I could offer something, something other than space. As your beams float down, a thick border of light midst shade The freedom to pick up and run, guided by the option to stay The gift of the world lies solely complete Whether the chill of the winter, or the mid-summers heat. Though sometimes the rain can fall so hard It's drops; the weight of the world Sometimes it's saddening sheets of spray Seem to overflow the curb. It cannot go on forever No matter what they say As long as I can take a breath I can wait until that day. So when it gets bad, I know it could be worse When the faces that we chase always seem to submerge In the darkness and the hate, in which we create Leaving shells of their souls on the side to waste. Please warm my face, that's all I ask On those days of pain which cannot last I know myself and I know what is true To warm my face, is all I ask of you