The Haze

Floating on the wings of morning

Sunlight dripping from the honey on your tongue

Still finding the good in the rain the fog the haze has just begun

If we could take this moment put it in a jar would you

and save it for a darker day to carry you through

Floating as the seasons shift beneath the promise we hold close

still finding softness in the shadows lying in the overgrowth

If we could take this moment put it in a jar would you

and save it for a darker day to carry you through