I never strip my heart on papers
unless its on days I cannot stand to hold myself together.
Sometimes I strip my heart into ribbons
And tie them around little boxes
To give to those that maybe one day will wonder
"This girl, such a giver, but never got a thing"
This girl,
such a giver,
but never genuinely got a thing.

The green leaves unfold
like palmistry revealing history
and future.
Sweet serendipity
for what can and what will be.
Keep calling back to me,
those sweet little friends.
That try to make mends
when they come and go
with the change of the seasons.
With untold reasons
but respected by the weather.

Things get better as they return in good health.

I am a timeless breath of air,
And you are the taste of a downing river.
Pushing towards oceans,
Where salty air finds company.
I am a timeless soul searcher,
And where I will find you
Will be with a breath of fresh air.
Down by the oceans,
Scoured by your salt.

You shift like the wind
Pushing from one cloud to the next.
We think time speeds up by what
Moves around us,
But we mistake the time we have for whats left.

Caress those clouds and carry them in your heart,
Dont forget what you have, and you have all the time in the world.
Be grateful for what you've learned
And what you've taught.
Open you're eyes, listen to the sounds,
The Earth is always talking.
And she is watching through the shrouds.