through the window

It's pouring in Pupukea

and even though Postal Service hums in the background about sleeping in

I wish I had woken up earlier to see this

Because even when it rains, it's beautiful

It's then that I realize that even if you'd cry

you'd still be beautiful

I'd sit in your cool breeze and stare

at how lovely you are

I wish I had talked to you sooner to see you cry

But I'm still asleep

please

don't wake me

I don't like the rain

I hate it when you cry

and I'm not ready to see your beauty

mosh

"what have you been up to since college?"
I looked around at all the faces
of all the people that made up the last 2 years of my life
and wanted to say,
"ask them"
Because they are what I've been up to since college
Each face unique in size, shape, age, and color
no two alike
equal in beauty alone
full of stories of the past 2 years
Stories of trials, tribulations, love, heartbreak, redemption, and holiness
Ask them because they were there
and stuck around to tell the story
I looked around and realize I don't have to say anything
Because my stories speak for themselves
My stories are in this room
laughing
loving
breathing
moving
and speaking for themselves
My stories are ALIVE
You can look into the eyes of my stories
aren't they beautiful?