It takes a certain amount of sleep
To pump the blood
To control the weep
In the unraveling of a lifetime of plans
One realized that what are plans
But what actually happens
Appreciation for a loose grasp on expectations
Appreciation for optimism that accepts
That wings it
That sees a light.
Beauty can be the sunrise hue lapping up the mountain of a wave
Beauty can be a full basket of strawberries
Calm can be sitting on a mountain top, kissed with the briskness of control
Calm can be the perfect combination of tea, honey and valerian
The train may not be on the tracks engraved years prior
But hey, you're on a train, and that is beauty in itself.