The air is chilly now and I am wishing I had
Thrown on a sweatshirt.
I
Lay down in the ground on my belly
And prop my chin up on my hands.
The evening sun is getting lower and I love
To watch as light filters through all of the different petals and leaves.
If I squint my eyes it looks like millions of stars
Are resting amongst the flowers just like me.
Breaking the
Barrier
Between us.
Transcend.
Accepting
Us,
Water droplets merging
On a blade of grass
As the morning sun breaks
Through the horizon creating warmth and
Magnification.
Fractured light
We become.
He is the sun,
Sometimes a storm.
Either way he warms my heart;
Heat shared in
Solar flares
And
Static lightening.
And he restarts my heart
With a word or a touch,
When my breath has caught in
My throat.
When he sees the uncertainty
In my eyes.
Embracing,
We disappear
Into oblivion.
She sighs softly.
Don’t give up on me.
Don’t give up on me.
I have been fire, I have been ice.
I have been everything in-between.
I’ve been the sun, I’ve been the moon.
All of those times I have felt insane.
I have been alone in the crowd. I have been alone with myself.
I have felt alive in the crowd.
I have felt alive on my own.
I have been the instruments and the voice;
The noise itself.
I have been silence. Nothing but silence.
And I have caught myself when I have fallen.
Don’t give up on me.
They chase the moon
Or the sun
Or someone.
She chases blooming flowers.
I ran.
I ran to the field and
Lay amongst the flowers today.
I stayed in their company for hours.
Days go by.
I let the sun burn my heart.
I do not know why but it is true.
My essence did soar.
I dreamt a dream of you and I and it began to rain.
The raindrops did not touch our skin
Us
Submerged in internal flames,
You
Dreaming the same dream beside me.
What is this fire you have brought to me?
You hummed and strummed,
Said nothing but we knew.
We never touched but we knew.
Me wishing to remain in sweet slumber and forever have you there.
I cherish a sunburnt country for the red dirt did
Cradle and heal my spirit.
I have felt the enduring passion of my English garden
And I forever keep the
Mountains of the far north in my soul.
I have felt the caress of oceans from east to west in my heart.
The southern sun has kissed my skin with hope.
They have all given what I need in moments,
In those times when I did not know what I was in search of.
I love them all and owe them everything;
I am owned by none.
I rise each day and journey on in trust.
I have seen the moon and the sun outside my
Window.
The same moon and sun which have followed
Me since
My arrival.
Throughout my life on many continents,
They have been
In the same big sky
Watching over me.
Sometimes they whisper,
“From here you look so beautiful,
So tiny.
Why do you continue to
Believe your
Problems are so big
And your beauty so small?”
Up before
The rising sun.
All is quiet and motionless.
I hear many birds already singing in anticipation
Of
The upcoming day.
Elated,
My heart dances to their songs.
Many moons
And suns have come and gone
Since you embarked on this journey.
Your feet light with
Anticipation
When you took your first steps
Now have become heavy
With
Impatience and doubt.
Remember your heart.
Remember your heart beating.
Remember the blood coursing through your veins.
Such life. Such beauty.
The moon and sun are still there with you and
They will not give up.
You will not give up.
Remember your heart.
Remember your heart beating,
And open your eyes.
Open them fully.
Breathe many breaths.
Open your eyes.
See.
Truly you know, if you wish,
You can fly.
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