Morning

The morning is

As peaceful as

A cemetery everyone

Is staying home

Including those under

Earth even the

Ghouls have lost

Their voices instead

Flying about silently

Happy

It’s impossible to

Be happy being

Anyone else besides

Yourself want to

Be happy be

The truth in

You

ThinkFeelThink (for Jay)

Remember my boy

That there are

Things we think

But deeper there

Are things we

Feel that makes

Us think the

Things we think

LiveLoveLife

Sometimes we live

Life and love

To love and

Sometimes if we’re

Lucky we love

To live and

Sometimes luckily we

Live to love

Be

In life there

Is who you

Are and there

Is what you

Were meant to

Be

Like a hatchling

Fresh and new

Happy to live

In the nest

Suddenly realizing flight

Knowing then that

A bird is

What it was

Meant to always

Be