...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of

wild and simple joy

invisable to eyes, now...

I wander the meadow grass

the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning
sunlight

the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...

and you come running
spectral through the mist,

I walk lonely fields

large dead red dog road
flow the tears on cold young face
rain on dark slick path

Hurt.
The aura is broken
Open wound, for anything to come in
Either to be  hurt more
or to let the healing begin.
The wounded mind heals with care, trust.
With love
Let’s heal each other.

Shell ✨🐚