day 344

To the lovers sitting in the 2nd row

Eager to not miss a single blink

Just missed front row seats by a few fates

Thank you

To the hands of painters

Calloused and dirt poor but rich in the emotion they learn to swim in

Thank you

To the writers

Learning from their words

Writing to teach a few lessons

Sometimes

the truth is right in the softs cracks on your palms

Between the end of your finger nails filled with scratched out lines

And the very face of your finger tips

Kissing and

Making sweet, sweet love to bodies of ink

To the mothers

Sitting in any empty seat

Pregnant with hope

Eyes loving louder than a tuba

Than an untuned timpani

Than a childs broken in harmonica

To the love birds singing hand in hand

Matching missing harmonies

And bass riffs

The do re mi's

Of every dreams theme song

Thank you

To all the dancers

Catching every reflection

In passerbys driver windows

Driving the strive

To live

To grab life by its shoes

Dancing with friendly devils

We are all strangers in a way

Until we dance to the same lyrics

Thank you

To the childhood curfews

Dad never wanted me to see the sunrise with just anyone

I am missing a father

But to the men who never wanted me to see the sunrise with just anyone

Thank you

To the bed bugs

Sucking the dreams out of you

Thank you

To the mice of New York

The wild bears

And deer

And sometimes dandelions

Showing us that captivity can drive the tamest lion insane

Thank you

To the murderers

Of big dreams

And...

You are your own biggest critic.

I'm sorry that your blood, sweat, and tears had been cut short

But thank you

To the friends

Who constantly remind you to chase your dreams

To the ones that got away

With million dollar baby dreams

singing hallejuah at the aisle

Because they can finally marry their dreams

Thank you

To the lovers sitting in the last row

Eager to not miss a single breath

Still truckin

Still driving passion to be inspired

There are times a mile can seem too long and

A few feet sit in shoes unfamiliar

Dont forget the souls that love you

I repeat do not forget why you love so vividly

Why your senses become so alive with just a hint of baby screams

To all the lovers pregnant with hope

Sitting in seats accompanying lonely aisles

Thank you

You mean more than you could ever feel