Beckoning

The Path Curves From Herewalk with me

let our feet wander

old familiar wonder

to fill our faces

come with me

i want to explore

my life with you

find the quiet waters

let me go with you

show me what I have not yet seen

i will bring things you have not yet touched

it will be the grandest of adventures

shall we go?

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Odd Mornings

the morning scalds my tongue

such happy dreams

come from such deep spaces

butterflies become

die and return

within guts soured by almost fear

bravery awaits me

unclothed I shall ride

into the bilious fog

only my heart to guide me

Round and Round

gathered up so close

tightly wound

pressed against future’s dream

surprised to be found

waiting unknowingly for the dance

difficult steps with feet firmly bound

ache of a strange color fills

taking up space across wet ground

something breaks

distantly ringing empty sound

patience heart extended

gently gathering pieces by the pound