Days are best with rain
and when you aren't around,
I prefer a storm

I know it probably wasn't right
the way the stars weren't out tonight.
But there's something about the vast, empty sky-
inhaling so freely. Endless supply.
Peering out in the infinite space
and feeling terribly small in a cosmically large place.

And I've walked this earth, dug my toes in the ground.
Oh, you wouldn't believe all the wonders I've found.
There is beauty that words could never describe.
Within all things; there is love inside.

I do wish I kept all the tears I have shed
they truly could capture the emotions that fled.

The lines on my hands are dotted,
and I’m waiting in vain to fill the space with some clarity.

I see a level head, yet my heart line looks faulty and untrusting.
Criss-crosses are etched into the line of my life.
Weaving themselves outward, they touch each aspect of my being-
Representing deep waters from out of the blue; which subsequently alters
until I’m submerged in wisdom.

Although my hands are a gift in the way of my future,
I’m stuck in this present moment- wandering.
I try to listen but fear that I won't hear is trapped in my ears.
I look to my treading feet...
they won’t speak.

In the silence of myself i’ll find truth that not even time will tell.
Seek answers within, search no longer.
In, out.
My breath, eloquent in all its simplicity,
gives me a map of the wind’s movement, the earth’s energy
and my soul’s path.