Here's To You, again!

Here's to you tearing down the walls; and proving them all wrong.

Here's to your young.

Here's to you shaking off the rust and dirt, and rising from the dead - behold!

Here's to your old.

Here's to your brightly shining sun, whose tears and sweat came alive at call.

Here's to us all.

Here's to your unexpected beauty... maybe now we'll believe in you.

And may you believe in us, too.

Blue Ball

A small blue ball bounces, ever higher, to reach the sky and stay there.
It sees itself akin -imagine that!- to the endless blue above.

Bit crazy I admit, but also nice. It's hopeful and that is rare.
The sky had thought so too, and sent some wind, right from the wings of a dove.

And as the ball climbed up, on the wind's back, and soared upwards through the air...
I thought I heard the sky, through the wind's voice, whisper: "Welcome back, my love"