As I clip roses
In late summer’s blue hour
I see leaves growing
side by side, almost like wings
If you could, where would you fly?
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As I drink tea, I
hear footsteps on the dirt path
Sunlight spilling down
from a blue and cloudless sky
I soak in the summer day.
Like a summer storm
my thoughts rain down upon me
It lasts but moments
Then like the wind they are gone
Just the scent remains
It takes discipline
To quiet a mind like mine
Sadly, I lack this.
I am a boat caught at sea,
helpless to control the tides
I have not know loss
or strangeness like the others
I know my burden
should be that much heavier
since I can carry more weight
The scent after rain
The drip, on the window sill
Birds cooing loudly
Summer blends all together
as I drift off into sleep
The sky in colour
An electric blue that fades
to a dark ocean
filled with stars, being guided
by a brilliantly full moon
Their song travels far
Carried gently on the wind
Lively birds in spring
The daily void is filled with
echoes of life, still living
A life now contained
provides time to look inward,
for self reflection.
But when asking, ‘Who am I?’
What is it I will find?
Kind eyes and warm heart
Your embrace, the safest place
Falling from my lips,
the gentle words, ‘I love you’
dance to you, with a soft smile
If I told my story
Where would it take me?
On an adventure
to see God’s true face, or just
a reflection of my own?
A soft, faint ringing
It echoes throughout my mind
Losing perspective
Called from the abyss
Is this the real world?