To Be

All the love in the world is here 

You contain everything you ever wanted

How can this be so

There doesn't have to be a reason

No logic needs to exist

for something to merely be

Accept this as truth

Bask in your newfound knowledge

The Writer

This old habit 

standing by my side

Faithful old friend

How many people

have we been

How many more

will we become

An answer will be

some other day

Start of December

Waking to a cold Fall morning

The Sun still rests

Do the deer sleep?

Do their ears perk 

at the slightest sound? 

What is the silence

sitting between us?

Shall we give it a name?