July 9, 2015 § 1 Comment
Beneath the night sky
Speckled with diamonds
Lay a world
Dew kissed the blades
Of lush green grass,
Of earthen mother.
In the heavens,
The infant stars
Giggled in delight
Even as wispy clouds
Into the ears of the rabbit
That lives on the moon.
An owl hooted,
From the branches
Of the mighty oak,
As the dainty leaves,
Twirled and swished,
Dancing with the wind,
In music ancient,
Older than time itself.
In my depths,
I yearned to be more
Than just an intruder
Upon their lives,
I longed to join in,
To dance with the wind,
And hear the tales,
The clouds whispered.
Somewhere a car honked,
Jolting me back
To my reality,
Surprised to find
My lashes wet
Destined to be unfulfilled.
April 25, 2015 § Leave a comment
I was standing on a balcony overlooking a mountain,
No clue how I got there,
Hot tea warmed my hands, and its aroma drew my smile,
My eyes sparkled just like the stream,
I knew this because I felt it.
The sky was gold and pink and orange,
The sun set the clouds on fire.
The birds sang their carefree songs,
Leaving me envious of their freedom.
And just when it seemed to me,
This must be heaven, what more can be perfection…
The wind came frolicking in from nowhere,
Taking my breath along with it.
The wonderful wind, she smelled like rain,
Like hope and nostalgia,
She gathered up my dark hair,
And whispered in my ear.
This was when my dream ended,
And I cannot remember what she whispered
All I am left with is ‘maybe-s’ and and ‘perhapses’.
But she had been all over the world,
So perhaps she told me of her travels,
All the sights she’d seen and people she’d met,
All the scents and all the flavors.
Maybe she even asked me to join her,
Knowing I could not deny.
Forevermore, for all my life,
I’ll wonder what she said,
Until perhaps on a windy day,
I’ll be standing on a mountain side,
Watching the clouds on fire,
When she’ll come up to me,
Gather up my hair,
And whisper in my ear.
February 20, 2015 § Leave a comment
The young girl had been waiting at the bus stop for more than 45 minutes. The bus was no where to be seen and there wasn’t a single soul in sight. But she didn’t mind. It was so peaceful there, far away from reality, from her life. She was at one with herself and this was the happiest she had been in a long time. She almost hoped the bus would never come.
The thunder announced the arrival of the rain. It was a terribly beautiful sight; the heavy thunder storm clouds rolling over the mountains like waves crashing through the heavens. It’s funny how a few hours of your life can exhaust you, but an entire day of rambling through the woods in a mountain can make you feel more alive than you’ve ever been. The soft music of the rain was like a lullaby. She could close her eyes on pain and drift of to sweet uncertainty. She felt herself swaying to the gentle pitter-patter of the drops, and then she was overcome by joy so sweet, so unbearably ecstatic, she needed to let go.
She threw her bag onto the floor, and rushed into the rain. She skipped and twirled and danced to rhythm of her heart and the song of the rain.
She would have to go back soon. To her life, to people, to reality. But for now, she just danced. She danced in the rain and washed away the dust that had settled on her soul. She was free.