You ever layed comfortably flat upon,
a rich surface with that lovely august breeze,
taking your mind to far away place that gives you,
comfort and piece of mind?
Have that wind ever spoken to you ever so softly?
My wind blew north of my soul and down the pasture
of realization of a new begining towards life.
That empty feeling no longer exist but inraged the fire inside and awaken the passion.
I smiled as the thought of happiness has risen upon me.
I can now run bare foot upon the land I once called home...
The life I have dreams about...
Run naked with honesty, love, and fellowship.
Storys of the definition of perfect to the eye.
Life is not as it seems but what I've made it all together.
It's funny how I've progessed so far
but I can be so close behind.
The negativity of what was and can be will someday be non -existant.
Maybe one day I will get up off this floor of life
and grab who and what I need when the oppertunity presents itself.
I wrote this poem for my wind...
