In the library of our minds, and the spiral staircases that lead us unblind—we notice little moments that should be seen; so defined. Noticing the glory of each quiet morning. How the sun rises, it’s warm light glowing. To hear the love from the singing mourning dove. As the leaves on the trees say goodbye to summers sunny love.
We forget to hold these moments dear but in our minds they reside so clear. Tap into your mind, my sweetest dear. Let love refine you, design you. You’re pure.