Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Softly


She wanders through distant memories like a familiar landscape she hasn't seen in years.

Trying to find that hope she didn't think she needed anymore.

That distant star that promised the goodness of things to come.

Softly she proceeds, knowing its where she must go.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Free

I wish I were free

Free to run with wild horses

Free to sit on a mountain and watch the sun set

Free to watch the moon rise up to the stars

Free to breathe in the scent of the pines

Free to dip my feet in a cold mountain stream.

Sometimes I wish I were free

Free to be just me