The wind whistled through the forest, stirring the slumbering boughs in the topmost canopy of trees. Light filtered through the autumn leaves, creating a kaleidoscope of colors and bringing a hazy veil of sunshine to the mossy ground. Squirrels chittered in the trees, rustling their bushy tails as they dashed up into their homes. The chirping of birds filled the air, the melodious song creating an...

The chains are gone,

My wings are free,

Soaring high,

Above my misery.

A bird born,

Learning how to fly.

Tumble, tumble,

Down from the sky.

Freedom gained isn’t freedom done.

To truly be free we have to ground ourselves,

Then carefully peel away,

Learn how to run and jump and walk and fly,

Let it become second nature without knowing why.

Figure out when to fly,

And when to walk,

When to pull dow...

The long rows of briars,

Filled with caps of black.

We used to pick and sing,

A song to send us back.

The scent of our work,

So sweet and true,

Made into a prize,

All done with you.

Rolling, cutting, cooking,

Laughing with the stars.

A sock for everyone,

Customized and bought.

Swinging high and low,

Shrieking with thrills of glee.

Toppling down to the ground,

My turn in one two three.

The memo...

I hear the murmur of your soles,

The ends of your feet touching the pavement,

Then darting away, like a sparrow soaring high.

The rhythmic melody of your lungs,

In perfect timing with your murmuring feet.

A music so simple,

But elegant beyond belief.

Your glistening skin.

It sparkles and flickers in the sunlight,

It’s dewdrops salty and cold.

Your body is dancing,

Your toned muscles in perfect ...

Where you come from,

Your history,

‘Tis the most important thing of thee.

It molds you,

Makes you,

Creates the start,

The start of the road that you will travel on for the rest of your life.

Whether rotten or joyful,

Your roots are a thing worth your while....

Blue,

Like the tears that fall.

Blue,

Like sky with no sun at all.

Blue,

Like the ocean waves.

Blue,

Like a sadness state.

To be blue is many things,

What sweet sorrow it is to be blue.

Perfect, clear, strong, yet sad inside.

But my wonderful blue shall never hide....

I see you walk by,

My mouth and heart agape with love.

Your tone still ringing in my ears,

The excitement it brought enough to last forever.

And when you whisper those sweet words,

My heart flutters,

My smile stretching wide, open for all to see,

My soul still in love with thee.

Sometimes you make my jaw drop,

With your charm and captivating talent.

Your skills so renown,

I wish I could be like ...

The girl in the window. She sits there, still as a statue, legs crunched up to her face, her eyes glassy and watchful. She’s always staring out that window, her gaze always wandering to the children in the field, frolicking without a care in the world. She never moves. That window seat has become her home. And her ever watching eyes are always on the children, but for a small time. She’ll watch th...

”Where did you go?

I do not know the place of your woe.

Tell me again,

Why did the tears follow your friend?”

“You see me here,

Drowning in myself beyond all repair.

Your answer is near,

I cannot say the place of my fear.

My woe is gone,

Replaced by the joy emptiness brought.”

“Enigma and light,

Come to me child and share all your frights.

You need a hand,

Mine is reaching,

Searching for land.”

...

The space between stars,

A mystery greater than Mars,

All darkness and black,

But it keeps things on track.

What lays there?

In the shadows,

Where the darkness creeps,

It is the matter between energy,

Never seen,

But always there,

Mystery pure in itself.

Beautiful starlight,

Faded away to night,

The light having vanished,

Gone in its plight.

The space between stars is nothing,

A vast expanse o...