The thoughts I have in my dreams each night,
Leave me winded when I wake.
So each day,
I have to remember,
To breathe deep,
Each breath I take.
Some people are unfinished poems,
Adding lines as they go along.
And I love that thought.
Slow meandering mornings,
Where you let yourself just be in this moment,
Suspended from your busy life.
Take time to look.
Let stillness float into your bones,
And carry you for a while.
Out in the woods today when I spotted this tree and it made me think of something a friend had been talking about, little random acts of kindness and the ripples they make. We often can’t imagine or believe possible the vibrations a single touch can cause. But they do. They create beauty like the ripples in the wood. And the world needs more beauty.
Words struck across a page,
A match to light the darkness.
Who collects your words like seeds,
Planting them in her imagination,
To see what grows from them.
She has a soul filled with wild flowers,
I dreamt of darkness,
One hand on my chest,
The other on yours,
And felt the music resonate through us.
Lies that you gave me,
That choked and destroyed,
Anything left of the good we had grown.
Keep writing yourself out of night,
And into dawn.
It’s light forged from dark,
That make the most beautiful words.