This World

dear me.
oh me oh my.

Time this evening I wish
belonged to another.
And another yet to own this dreary face.
Tiny blessings in our lives, tiny drops of rain.
Splotches of color here and there.
Dusty papers with blistering memories that upon to they do adhere.
Perfect little corners and hideaways.
This life, she is not perfect.
-Neither mine nor yours-
but little happy trinkets like hollow corners do abide,
Tiny spaces where within and out of myself
I may begin to hide.
In little tiny corners,
you can with yourself confide.

This world is not perfect.
Neither mine nor yours.
But in little times and spaces where imperfections lurk,
tiny bursts of happiness do emerge.
And these little bits of happiness begin to work.

Monday, April 27th 2009
@10: 50pm