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.
And I dive
Into the
Unknown
Again and again.
Immersed and
Blooming
I learn to breathe anyway;
Anywhere.
Infinite
Grace.
I walk through
Aged and forgotten,
Off the beaten path
Graveyards.
Something about them has always drawn me.
I will follow the signs to some
Destination unfamiliar,
Down a worn unpaved detour to find them.
Often
An
Old caretaker will come find me, looking quite confused to have
Company,
And ask if i am searching
For a particular grave.
He simply wishes me well when i say no
And goes upon his way.
I am left to tread on my own
Among bones and birds,
Humming to myself
With
These people unknown to me.
Alone yet not alone
Relishing a beauty
Some find so frightening.
Unknown to you,
The depths you have stirred.
The fire you have ignited in my bones.
Unknown to you,
The longing that was my company.
The emptiness I called home.
Unknown to you,
Without touch
You have aroused
A sleeping soul.
Quiet your soul
And breathe.
Stand in the field of
Infinite possibility
And feel love become
Every sense of your
Being.
Embrace
The stillness in your heart
And then maybe you
Will start
To feel the calmness
In your storm
As you head
For the
Unknown.
Chole Into Diamonds 