on becoming one with the west
saddened by the empty room, she stares at the gifts for one who would not come. she had not called for a lover, only one who is true.
as she closes the door behind, she breathes deeply, knowing she will not return. a soft smile quietly crawls out from her heart and settles onto her lips as she looks ahead at this autumn path, scattered with fallen leaves and colours that speak of the delicious darkness soon to come in the wake of these shortening days.
her new song is calling and she remembers. the birds and trees and rivers, the mountains and oceans, deserts and all Earth's creature friends sing with her as she walks on. her song grows and grows, reaching its TRUTH, until all that can be seen are the wings of a great, warm, glowing starlight of a once-was-a-girl fading into the setting sun.
saddened by the empty room, she stares at the gifts for one who would not come. she had not called for a lover, only one who is true.
as she closes the door behind, she breathes deeply, knowing she will not return. a soft smile quietly crawls out from her heart and settles onto her lips as she looks ahead at this autumn path, scattered with fallen leaves and colours that speak of the delicious darkness soon to come in the wake of these shortening days.
her new song is calling and she remembers. the birds and trees and rivers, the mountains and oceans, deserts and all Earth's creature friends sing with her as she walks on. her song grows and grows, reaching its TRUTH, until all that can be seen are the wings of a great, warm, glowing starlight of a once-was-a-girl fading into the setting sun.
peace
No comments:
Post a Comment