The distant sounds
of ancient oceans
drift through my mind
like echoes of answers
to prayers
long forgotten
Wandering past the windswept meadows …
she felt as though she was floating on a cloud,
the smell of sunshine awoke her senses,
she saw every colour, and heard, every sound
And In the midst of it all, she felt the little tingles
that touched her from head to toe…
She closed her eyes and heard butterfly whispers,
it gave her wings in her dreams and so much more.
images and sounds
spin around
and i am stuck in the middle
images and sounds
spin around
and i drown in it’s riddle
images and sounds
spin around
awakening what is broken