Contemplation of the quiet mind…
as it slowly rewinds
the cascading waves
of thoughts
falling in an infinite abyss
of feelings
that drift in your eyes
floating in the skies
of everlasting dreams
drifting with the winds
of dark storms
looming at the edge of the sea
as you fly free
in the pouring rain
of the subdued pain
of the world
floating gently
with the contemplation…
of the quiet mind.
Several twirls later,
Her winter mind rested,
Under the sunny skies,
Of spring.
I give you my words,
wrapped with pieces of my heart,
fragmented muse of the soul,
I give you my words.
It was not always like matches and wildfires,
but their love…
was like peaceful sleep
after a long hard day,
like sunrise after a dark storm,
fresh, like the smell of flowers that lingered,
long after one walked away,
their love was like answers
to questions of the heart.
And some days…
she mused with the skies,
Writing poetry,
in between the branches of life.
And where the flowers don’t bloom,
and the grass don’t grow,
my tears go,
as rain.
There she lay…
drifting with the white clouds
against the blue sky
in the eternal summer
of her enchanted dreams.
Autumn lay on winter’s breath,
Serenading nature with their love.
Night falls in my dreams,
waking them up from deep slumber…
It rolls them down gently from the mountain top,
like a lullaby,
It spreads them out in the green meadows by the moon light,
It dances with them to the melody of the quiet rain,
It flies with them in the warm breeze to the sky,
Night falls in my dreams…
with love
You found the lost pieces of your heart,
that had washed away in the toxicity of the world,
cradled in the arms of nature,
with your new sunrise.
