A corner soft, kept safe and locked,
the key not thrown away.
Instead, it roars the boat just docked
on waves of sweet today.
As worlds tumble and drift apart,
a new blue takes to sky,
and treasures of a fresh, new start
are the old gleam of the eye.
The same old fun, the exact dreams,
the same stars shine above
it’s a brand new heart that beats, it seems
with the same old joy of love.
– October 2015