I could spend my days
wrapped in the wind
- hair tossed in and out of my face
watching
fluffy white, grey, and black
clouds rolling across
deep blue skies.
I could waste hours
sitting on fine grains
of glass and particles
where one world meets
the next in a crashing
thunderous roll of waves.
I long to wallow my time
amongst the never moving,
always seeing,
towering beings,
of the forest.
My nights
are spent
seeking
the pale face
amongst the stars.
Seeing the world
how she does.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
I could spend my days
wrapped in the wind
- hair tossed in and out of my face
watching
fluffy white, grey, and black
clouds rolling across
deep blue skies.
I could waste hours
sitting on fine grains
of glass and particles
where one world meets
the next in a crashing
thunderous roll of waves.
I long to wallow my time
amongst the never moving,
always seeing,
towering beings,
of the forest.
My nights
are spent
seeking
the pale face
amongst the stars.
Seeing the world
how she does.
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