Some relationships are seasonal 12.6.18
I sit above the crowded streets, The wind gentle on my face It moves the tendrils of my hair, caressing my cheek like a lover would. It moves the leaves and flowers, Sending them singing in a mere whisper The sun charms the clouds to let it peek through, to shine its rays upon those belowContinue reading “Rhythm of Creation”
You stay locked in the dark corner of my mind. Forgotten. But then he has your name. He has your walk. I jump in my mind— skin prickling, heart racing, It wasn’t you. Why would it be you? But he had your shadow.
The snow brought me in. I searched for a warm spot to quiet my restless soul. Full of irritance, caged like a bird, I wandered in, immediately at peace.