When I feel like giving up, again I want to fall into your arms Where I know I’m safe from harm As you hold me bound together ~ Picking up the tattered pieces Providing me everything I need Familiar comfort and stability Allows me to breathe and succeed
I’m not at the festival, but there’s always next year. In the meanwhile, I’ll just have to settle for watching it on TV, and sharing this groovy song with y’all to get you in the mood.
Beware of the night Something lurks, stalks and watches Can you hear its breaths Best hurry and get inside Try to find a place to hide
Always fluid Has no enemy Pours freely Meeting needs ~ Every being’s Clear survival Springs to life A damp revival ~ Washing away Filth each day Under a spray Fresh bouquet
I want to bare my soles With you and take a stroll While holding on to your hand To walk across the vast land Soaking sun-rays as it tans Leave footpaths in the sand Sloughing away our worries Walking without a hurry Step over the grassy edge Onto the lush, moist sedge Cool healing givesContinue reading “A Walkabout”
April poetry Blooming anew with writers Challenge nixed by moi