Tags
bliss, breath, connection, destiny, faith, grace, home, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder
winds
are the same
as once held my secrets
returning as breath –
a season
of trust
stars watch
the path
was made of my wishes
centipede
honeybee
briar
and dust
words
taste the same
as e’er they were
spoken
made sweeter for lives
the silence between
souls bear
the proof
of paradise traveled
a way without squander
would envy not
dreams
. . .
tornadoday 
Feels kinda bluesy, darlin’ girl. 🙂
Me
I really like the rhythms in your work and the way you make the words sing – they are really lyrics, aren’t they? Don’t you want to put music to them?
I would love to, but alas, music is a talent I sorely lack………. 🙂 Thank you, dearest Frederick………
Your words seemed to dance so effortlessly throughout, and It was almost as if I was singing them. There is a very enchanting melody within, which can easily set a heart aglow! Thanks for the smile!