hold the curtains back
lace and white floating in the breeze
scent of cut grass calms my nerves
sunlight and summer and daytime
there are no shadows here
crystal hanging in the window
fracture the light and make colors dance
rainbows against cream paint
vanilla
cinnamon apples baking
mown grass drying in the sun
speak of peace
smell of the happiness and hope
a girl playing on my carpet
sweet faced with her daddy’s eyes
she is going to be the light of my life
the apple of my eye
sweetness and sugar and all those things
that make up a life
this is what I dream of
this is my perfection
someday