Songs of the stars resonate in our soul;
Reverberating melodies of love.
Hear the songs.
Their message traveling so long,
So far for us.
The very first note never-ending, shared here among us if we
Choose to brave the stillness and listen;
See.
And here is the harmony in healing;
It was never lost nor silenced.
Mountains high.
Falling snow
Sparkles as if diamonds
In the full moon glow.
Where she’s headed no one knows
For the wind blows away any trace
Of foot steps taken upon the ground.
They speculate and create tales of wonder
Of a woman lost
For she does not wander the
Beaten path
Nor the familiar.
Most whisper in the dark that she is a misplaced soul;
But then they dare not go where she goes;
Infinite unknown.
Vanished, yet in plain sight.
I have lost count the times I blew out my own candle,
to hide in the dark, to keep myself unseen.
But I did not know there were such lovely souls,
the seekers,
who found people like me
And let us be without criticizing.
Kindly,
Lovingly,
Softly they lit the way out,
Not a light to blinding nor a noise to frightening,
Allowing us time and space to
Re-emerge at our own pace,
In our own time.
I am ever grateful.
And the ache is
Satiated
As
Eyes meet,
As
Soft and firm hearts
Join in the revival
Of those feelings;
Emotions believed lost.
Yearning;
Quiescence.
Desire.
Love does not have to make a lot of noise.
It is there in the knowing;
It is enough.
I am most certainly lost;
Yet neither have I felt so utterly free
Nor
Safe until now.
The trees before me
Wave an acknowledging hello
As the wind escorts the clouds
All blue and gray
Over the mountain peak.
And unexpected joy
Seeps into my skin as
A deer wanders near my seat and stops to stare.
An ant wanders onto my foot.
I know he is lost
For I have nothing to
Offer him.
Back to the dirt he returns.
Summer light swirling in your eyes;
Translucent.
Entrancing.
You look up,
Grin at me and continue reading aloud.
Your voice like music
Stirring an uncontrolled symphony of feelings In my belly;
Ecstatic thoughts in my mind.
And the breeze caresses skin.
The birds sing
And we are lost once again
In a place only we know.
Standing in the center
Of my self created maze;
I would think I might know the way out.
But i am completely at a loss as to which way to go.
I could have sworn i had left bread crumbs, little mental notes along the way.
Seems
They have been swept up and away
By the birds.
They try to reach him (me)
But
They do not know how.
He is lost (I am lost) only in this realm;
Found out there beyond.
I see them (he does too)
They do not see us.
And his voice sounds like
Music, silence and heartbeats.
They only know words.
I get up early
And walk to the field just as light peaks over
The ridge.
The birds sing me welcome.
I hear rustling in the grass
And am met with the pleasant stare
Of a doe.
I look around and see another doe.
One has two fawn and the other three.
I sit and feel my heart
Swell.
Here is where I am always welcomed.
Here is where I am
Reminded
I am not broken nor am I lost.
I am.
Chole Into Diamonds 