Forward

War is every day.
A constant fight of reminders
of the potential that we hover on.
But there are every day victories.

Victories that help us remember,
as we can never forget,
why it is we push forward.
I fight for my bright eyes.

Glimpses

I see glimpses of light
when I sit and imagine
what lies ahead of us.

Like my mind is blinking
with memories that
haven't occurred.

Fortune has been good to me,
like a never-ending gift.
This is the most dangerous type.

So, I will never forget the lows,
as I continue to stop myself
from getting up on all the highs.

Four? How about seven?

My bright-eyed baby,
always know that I see you
and hear you.
Always know I will be next to you,
looking at you and smiling.

My bright-eyed girl,
please know how much brighter my sky has been since the days of Bayes.
My stars illuminate with the reason I was brought to you.

My bright-eyed sweetie,
don't you forget the beauty you possess,
the things that make you kick,
and the world that surrounds you.

My bright-eyed beauty,
never lose track of your potential,
like a time bomb ticking,
like an airplane during take off,
ready to take over.

When I look into you, my bright-eyed baby,
I see all that I need to see.

Foggy

What holds outside of my rainy window,
dark from the night,
cloudy from the water,
bored from the time.

Not used to having my decisions
placed in other people's hands,
especially when their intentions
are as foggy as the mountain top.

One day

I see the fog-filled nights
in our own place,
spoiled with laughter
and the love we make.

There is little I know more than,
little that I'm more certain
about,
than us.

Everything will fall into place
as we step farther into our world,
surrounded by illuminant smiles
and endless potential.

There is little I know more than,
little that I'm more certain
about,
than us.