and she speaks.

if you listen close enough
the universe will whisper sweet lullabies into your ear.
in those fleeting moments
when you are exactly where you are meant to be,
her murmurs confirm your existence.
oh yes,
she has much to say.
but the rat race drowns her out,
turning us all deaf, dumb and blind.
her words are spoken via our carolina blue sky,
the hundred year old oak tree,
déjà vu,
astounding intuitions,
stunning Marigolds,
a baby's laughter,
or perhaps she lets the wind kiss your lips.
she spoke to me today
as i sat in our back patio area.
the brilliant green leaves covered parts of the carolina blue sky,
as the birds sang in gleeful bliss.
harley pranced about to take shade,
Bella gazed over our hard work,
and i intensely listened to what the universe was telling me.
i am married,
i have a family,
and a home with a picket fence.
when i saw the sun's rays kissing Bella's forehead,
i knew,...
i knew this was my fairytale come true.
undoubtedly not the idyllic version i so dreamt of as a teenager,
instead, an impeccable bona fide reverie.
she whispered to me words of wisdom:
appreciate it all.
i do,
i do,
i say.