...it has been a while since she is on the other end of the rainbow,

Yet in his dreams, he holds her hands tight,  clasped close to his,

....only to wake up to his clinched fist...

 Miracles happen when one thinks none exist.

Count not the pebbles that lie on the sandy beach,

Feel the water that caresses the feet instead.

Worry not for it didn't bloom,

The tiny leaves just came to being after you watered them last night.

Fret not that the drizzle didn't pour down as rain,

Smell the wet earth that now buzzes with life and hope.

 ...with renewed vigor, she ran towards him

Her eagle wings,

The tiger sprint,

Buzzing like a busy bee,

And her dog soul,

All drew towards where he waited....

Falling apart is the easy part,

It is how you gather yourself counts.

Find the tiniest parts of you,

That lies scattered somewhere,

In your failure,

In your sorrow,

In unfulfilled expectations,

In your ego,

At the world's mercy...

Go numb, for a while.

Breathe IN. Deep.

Feel yourself.

That tingle that touches you,

Is life. Is YOU. Embrace it and fly again.