The air is fresh upon her heart;
the sea feels cool today.
She’s looking out and back again,
for the world is different.
The air is full of silent screams;
the sea hears them well.
She’s horror-struck at the sound,
for death is so close now.
The cliffs tell stories to the sea via the waterfalls, which cascade down in stages. The sea finds the cliff’s stories amusing and interesting, for the cliffs are always so melodramatic and ironic. Sometimes, though, a story really touches the sea. She becomes wild and weird.
plotting a way
to obtain love
There is something gentle
and uplifting about a yellow
rose in the spring.
It blooms, even
from within a cage.
The roses in this caged garden
reminds me that beauty can be
found from within a prison, even
if that prison is within ones own mind.
from pink lips drift words move along the wind, through the rivers, down into the valleys and into the dark hidden places
creatures once asleep awaken to hear those words and feel the call to her again