As happy as you think

dining in all pink

where there’s magic and bubbles

tender to the brink

they spill! they spill!

and just as we blink

we’d chase away sorrow

with every dab of ink

run after love 

with every sly wink

I’ll always adore your company

more than you’d think

So there I go again

living in pink. 

Last time I looked

and I believe it to be my face

that I chased

that I wished for 

the next day

who’s to say

you were meant for nothing?

since it seems to me

you’ve been chasing the world

at least that’s what I see. 

Today there was the most gorgeous of all sunlight beams. I should have taken a picture but I was to wrapped up in the amazement of it. It was filtering in though the front door window and it hit the air in a pure funnel like form. Inside little dust particles made their way like dancers. I think I pointed it about to at least three people. I’m sure all three were less amused. but still, it was something worth…something.