FOR PENELOPE

Thayer Tymon

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When I think of you I think of sunshine,

Bright lights on a stormy night.

Living through the looking glass of life.

Becoming young again.

I Remember what it’s like to be a kid, but this time with a friend.

Waiting for the night to end, looking at the morning with yellow glasses.

I wonder how fast too fast is?

Give me the childhood I alway wanted,

Living what my ten year old self thought my teens years would be like.

Instead of the time that left me haunted.

Thanks for giving me that Disney channel dream that I thought was never for me.

Thanks for giving me that safety of no boundaries and for showing me a little more of life.

I wish I could write these words with oranges and perfume and yellow sun beams, But it seems I am limited by the reality within this dream.

I see you and am in purple serenity on a weekend morning with bandana styling. Left wondering how life became so inviting,

Then I realize it’s your power of reviving.

Thank you for this life that is now thriving.

Remember every dead night we went driving? We stole time with the sandman smiling.

Now I’m living in restless weirdness where I relearn what it’s like to exist.

But this time I walk the world with the greatest gift,

The puzzle piece that I never thought to fit.