Space

You fit so neatly behind me
Like the missing piece of a puzzle
Cozy corners
We share a space never meant for two
Wrapped in a haze of blue and gold
As the world lays silent and waiting
The sun touches the horizon
I am alone
This space has grown
Now meant to hold two
I feel small
Waiting for you
To return

Patterns

Such patterns as one would see

On a butterfly’s wings

On seashells

In the intricacies of a snowflake

Can be found

Everywhere

All around us

If we are but observant

What do you see?

This line of poetry

Does not rhyme today

But there is a time

For every purpose

Some time we reap

When the information

Is sewn, secured, stitched, spun

It forms a spiral social web

Everything touches

As long as one remembers

How the puzzle pieces fit

You will do fine

Unlock the door

To your secret archive

The Library which catalogues

Your innermost dreams and desires

Everything you ever learned

All your memories

Are Precious