Other Side

Words upon a screen,
Sent from far away
Wake tired eyes and shake resolve-

A bittersweet bouquet
Of the words,

By a gorgeous dreamer,
Writing in a bunk bed,
Who, travelling with tea bags,
Paints bright words from her head

That lighten my dark mornings
And tempt me to perceive
That if she could walk the other side
The threads are free to weave
And I, too, can believe.