Spoken for…
I am the property
of the November wind
Arctic ice
the cooling creek
a moonlit mountainside
a fireside chat
in all of that,
I am made whole
the waters rush in to
invigorate my soul
the cascading hills
roll the tension out
beams of golden sun
bake in the joy
i am spoken for….
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Lost at sea
I would love to be
no bills to pay
no phone to ring
no worries for me
let the waves lull me to sleep
nightly
the warm sun tan my naked skin
adorn me only with the salt of the sea
around me nothing but the calm,
delicate breeze,
and the birds of the air—
fish below, to and fro,
all creatures existing in perfect harmony;
all would be as it should be
I’ve been on this land far too long;
it’s withered my spirit;
I need renewal
I’m setting off now
Don’t expect me back
Into the night, we run
Souls bursting
Chests heaving
In the quiet
In the wonder of this space
I am free
The trees let their branches dance wildly
I pick up on their magical dance
And match their rhythm
Warm winds and rain tickle my face
Smiles are meant for this
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And when I am alone
I dream of who I want to be
Who I want to make this journey for me
The love I hope to give and receive
All the beauty in this world
Too much for one soul to believe
I long to spend every moment
Getting lost in it
Never forget that you are perfect
to me.
Leaves will start sprouting forth their
New golden colors,
and like kings and queens,
they will shimmer so bright
I will adorn my head with
A crown made of the last flowers
Some dull, some bright,
Those that have held tight to the earth
I will praise them for their fortitude and
Honor their loveliness
My arms, like wings, will dance
and sway in the cooling breeze of autumn—
and I will forever find joy once lost
high up on those mountaintops.
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When the sun is setting low,
I find my solace there
wrapped in the cloak
of the cool night air
I pull my thoughts in,
and find a place to rest
near the wooded spot
just below the peaking crest
The clouds dance above me;
my arms outstretched to touch
your spirit there beside me
how I love it all so much
My eyes are feeling heavy,
but my soul is full of joy
This peace I feel within me,
no man could dare destroy
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and when she laughed
she always a cried a little too
tears slid slowly down
the cheeks of her innocent face
her bags, again, were packed
though there was nowhere she could go
loneliness still sent her reeling
and the stars above all watched her
as she ran so far away
the bags left behind upon
the doorstep
“where did she leave to?”
they all would say
every day they would look out upon the wooded lake
watch to see a glimpse of her
she would never be there again
her heart led her home
nature rooted so deeply within her spirit
she was never meant to be here long
her time was up
Love Letters to August 