Steam. a breath of fresh air.

[Woo]

Steam

The hot air fills the room, droplets forming everywhere.
She flings wide the window, and the cool breeze catches her hair.
Singing under the door, and whistling through the room,
The steam rises up and flees, reaching for the moon.

A cobweb in the corner, swells heavy with the dew,
And the moonlight gleams from her fresh washed skin,
And she feels strong and clean and new.

The starlight shines on the glimmering mist as it soars into the sky
And, as she watches it twirl and dance and stretch on up high,
She breaths more easy, feels the tension go,
All in the night time shine and glow.


I know it's not the best of poems, but its different from my normal stuff. talking about nice things is so much harder that sad things. I hope you like, or can at least appreciate, this poem, as it's about litle rituals that can be quite individual that make people happy. and it's always nice to remember the happy things.

[Relym]

I certainly appreciate that poem. It made me think a lot. Thanks for posting it. I agree when you say that its harder to talk about good things than bad. I think thats why you hardly ever see poetry about puppies or good times haha I mean they're out there but they're severely outnumbered.