I am
I am fresh dew drops over cold windshields on sullen wintry daybreaks
I am Sunday morning coffee served in bed with extra cream,
I am Midsummer Night's Dream, a couch and a blanket on wild stormy days
I am not a three-course meal in a fancy restaurant,But
I am homemade candlelight dinner at midnight after a long work day.
I am a month long poetic spell, with the right amount of emotion elixirs and word potions.
I am comfort. I am calm. I am cold. I am warmth.
I am the light that emerges from within your eyes when the bulbs go out,
I am the hue of petrichor rising from a parched earth,
when monsoon lets down it's gaurd.
I am the sound of a flute when hard rock starts hurting your ears.
I am a muslin cloth against a coarsed skin
I am an ocean,
reflecting and refracting light,
translucent in the day and coloured at night,
perpetually moving
and yet, unmoved.
I am acceptance. I am glow. I am spirit. I am strength.
- RS