Periphery

The best days are not planned
Spontaneous and hand in hand
The human touch felt and seen surely beats the tv screen

Real smiles they sneak up, her cheeks move to the sensing of my words
And the tiny little miracles are captured in the lines on her face

You can build your life on what tomorrow brings
And you complicate the simplest things
You can hold your eyes fixed on the prize and never see what’s in the periphery

Hand me downs and roll your own
The yard sales at the older homes
Where we got a table for a quarter and had ourselves a million dollar night
They say that true love, never breaks your heart
It’s fully invested right from the start
It never shies away or looks for something better

Right there between the lines and the cracks in the floor and up on the dusty shelf
Is a photo and in the background is a little girl standing all by herself

The best days are not planned
Careless tracking of the slipping and ticking of the time
Ending with the most beautiful sunset ever seen