we
return to each
other
in waves.
this is how water
loves.
Note: I have taken this from another friends post. I love it
Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
we
return to each
other
in waves.
this is how water
loves.
Note: I have taken this from another friends post. I love it
Shifting prisms
in my eyes
reflect the skin
of all the people
I have worn at times
on this journey through stars
searching for the being
flickering through the prisms
in my eyes
What if you were given the illusion
of a choice
in which you leapt off the rocky ledge
of a very high cliff
to claim the promise
you gave yourself as a younger
and wiser person
before the unexpected turns
of life brought you
to the puzzling person you appear
to have become
the other possible result
of your brave illusion of choice
is that you could continue
falling and falling
through the imaginary space
you created with no end in sight
Once around the who and what
twice around the maybe
three times with an if and but
fourth has fought with fears of not
five has up and flown away
six is still together
seven sitting on a rock
eight has reached the edge
nine is caught and lost in time
ten will do it all again
Something different came
from the old lion
the young ones looked
uncomfortably at each other
that voice was not going to
bring down any prey
this was the powerful proud lion
that used to attack what they knew
was beyond them all
now he’s asking where
does the moon go
when it disappears
into the flaming edge of sky
thats the time for hunting
said their bright eyes
they all knew that
I have been in the habit
of escaping
I do not need to set limits
such as I won’t escape
from Sunday
I won’t escape from him
or her or that
I have fled them all
do not look for me
among the boxes of life
waiting by the door
you will not find me
I have escaped