The thing about joy is that it's not about things.

It's not what you did, but what you didn't do that spoke to me above the wind

I held your hand tightly in the rainUntil I realized you had let me go--I was holding on in vain,I was holding on in pain.

No matter how busy life becomes,I want to be clearFor you and your only,I will always be here.

Words like wistfully and sublime are penned into prose and rhyme. As night gives way to dawn, life gives way to time