A delicate soul;
A rambling mind-
Never stopping to rest,
As she ponders on
The grey sky
makes the clouds seem blue
They reflect the silver pool,
make it silver among the blue
Her thoughts rush in like a waterfall
Resilience at its best,
but now they pool
at my feet
into a silver pond
sitting
in the cold moonlight
chilled with the summer breeze
Birds come and go,
they sing a sweet melody
But they will always leave
amidst the sun
Now the thoughts are a silver pool
resting in the open;
A quiet retreat,
A wordless surrender.
A mindful resistance
against resilience
An acceptance of the thoughts,
A beautiful isolation
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
A delicate soul;
A rambling mind-
Never stopping to rest,
As she ponders on
The grey sky
makes the clouds seem blue
They reflect the silver pool,
make it silver among the blue
Her thoughts rush in like a waterfall
Resilience at its best,
but now they pool
at my feet
into a silver pond
sitting
in the cold moonlight
chilled with the summer breeze
Birds come and go,
they sing a sweet melody
But they will always leave
amidst the sun
Now the thoughts are a silver pool
resting in the open;
A quiet retreat,
A wordless surrender.
A mindful resistance
against resilience
An acceptance of the thoughts,
A beautiful isolation
