changes

 listening to songs I have not allowed myself to hear..

in years.
 
Finding new memories in the lyrics.
 
Letting go of the old.
 
Forget that the hand that fed
was the exact same hand that bit.
 
Wondering where this new part of myself is surfacing from. 
An urge to be better than what I’ve been.
 
To be more than what I expected of myself.
To search for meanings I have not yet discovered. 
 
The need to journey. 
The want to forgive. 
 
Reaching for parts of myself I did not even know existed. 
Wanting to find the very best parts of myself,
expand them, 
and then extend myself to your hands. 
 
I’d like to turn myself into the very stars
that shine outside of your window at night. 
 
Let me watch you dream.
Let me become the dust and shooting light 
that makes those dreams come true. 
 
I will be this for you. 
 
   ..your bright sky..
        …your cool breeze and honey dew..
           .. your everything old..
                .. and your everyday new…
 
This my Love, I promise You.