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Dreaming of warmer days,
Walking hand in hand through the sand,
With the one she loves.
She was a free spirit....

Who could understand
People come and go.
Who is left? Who is she?
Sitting down among the stars..

Crying into the wind,
Wanting what her heart yearns
For and having trouble giving in.
Wrapping her soul in the hands of her maker....

Crying to her Lord.
One day soon.. One day soon…

He whispers to her soul....

This day she was a free Spirit.
A spirit was she…..

This day came just like before
A visitor like no other she knew no more
The mystery of her past came flowing gently forth
Singing like an old shoe that would be drowning her soul...

The labor was too much as her hands would bleed
As she tried and tried again to nail herself to heaven
The words seemed scrambled
Falling from the earth....

Hearing the laughter flowing oh so gently
As she sang so softly to ears of no one
Bleeding from head to toe
Just wanting to hear the words
'I love you'....

Hearts break and bend
On those special days
Bursting with sadness
That can only begin...

Looking at the past
The future to come
This day
She was one free spirit and there were more to come……


Debbie Brooks 2014
To see the world, from a child's eyes
is to behold life, without disguise
awe and wonder, each moment a prize
the whole world is a puzzle, each piece a surprise

A tune is for singing, a bell for ringing
Stairs must be hopped, a balloon mustn't be popped
Stars can only twinkle, a toy must jingle
All things must be gazed at, then probably tasted

Just for a lark, she might mimic a dog's bark
like the crow caw, or like the *** guffaw
there is little her eyes, have not tried on for size
all is hers, till told sternly otherwise

A puddle is for jumping, and so is the bed
Candy is for stuffing, till her mouth turns red
A hop, a twirl and away we go
Walking is for fools, she is ever on her boat

So stop for a while, and sing with your child
shake a leg, do a jig, let go and unwind
For not very long, will your child dance along
if she thinks she is alone, in a world so monotone
Little girls are the most adorable.. why must they grow up? :)
i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

— The End —