Joyful Times

Remembering the light
Shining through windows as its coffin-like box,
Opened
That day is stuck in memories,
like super glue on paper.
It’s cold on my bare skin
As its love flows through the air.

Whispering in my dreams,
My mistakes
It’s all about my deepest secrets,
I have never told anyone
My past, my present, my future
It knows me top to bottom

Its thin chain representing how precious, loved
my necklace is

Delicate as butterflies
Smooth as metal shards
Bright as joy in my heart
It’s crystal clear I love it