I've always been that funny shaped piece That never fit quite right Squeezing myself into spaces That were always much too tight. I wondered why I am like this? Why can't I just conform? Shape myself to the walls around me And mold myself to the norm. I thought I must be faulty Surely something … Continue reading I threw away my list.
The Sacred Task.
There she was in all her gloryStanding tall as she was fairWearing ribbons that seemed to flowWith the movement of her hair. Her voice was soft and effortlessLike how the wind slips through the treesAs she spoke to reconnect meWith my hearts most sacred dreams. Her presence was like an oceanBottomless depths of spaceOf love … Continue reading The Sacred Task.
Last night in my dreams I flew to a place where I knew that I would find you. I think that you could feel me there as suddenly you looked up with hungry eyes that searched the room, like a starving child looking for scraps. Have I made myself too obvious? But there I was … Continue reading 1111.