Orange Sky Interpret

How often moments come
that when spent again
are less than we hoped.

Life lived and lost in a blink
a slippery hope grasped
in the fog of the day.

With clarity though, this is
True, to you, dear.

Each morning I wake seeing a
future smile. Gentle
and sweet worn upon my cherub.

I don't hunt for the dream
or force the wishes. Interrupts me?
Never, for the doors wide open.