tmbt: Jupiter high and bright
I wrote a song for a fallen Jupiter. It was not for you. I wrote a hundred songs about things I could not have and hands I would never again hold. None of these were for you. I wrote a thousands paths of worry into so many floors rubbed clean with the saddest tears, and not a single of these steps or worries was for you.
Today, I wrote a song of sweet softness about nothing I want or lost for myself, but rather about a hundred blessings I wish on you, while I swayed across these wooden planks, your warm touch in my mind and a happy mist floating over my eyes.
Today, the most beautiful thing I saw was a reminder of the present as that shining bright planet high in the sky, going nowhere fast.
Photo by Pablo Arenas.