Alternate
Promises that are as fragile as the leaves’ hold on their boughs in winter
shatter one by one as the first rays of the sun sneak in.
Arms that keep the nightmares at bay at the dead of night
untangle themselves as the cold world is slowly infused with warmth.
Dreams that are as colorful as a butterfly’s wings
detach themselves from the heart that longs for a sweet memory.
Sighs that are as soft as a mother’s breath on her child’s cheek
vanish softly as dawn graciously makes way for a new day.
