Drifting again in thin air. No hard rudder to hold fast Against the waves. The hull preserves the past. Endless time ahead and gone. All that matters left untended. Mindless minutes uncounted. The sails sagged against the deck. Many more miles of space ahead. Tall mast stretched against the sky. Blue flat water all around. Last safe harbor out of sight. In this place under a clear sky, My shadow stands below my feet. There, a sturdy leg gives way, To another quiet windless day.
You say you love me but I don't know for your love is like the winter's snow. Though I see you now just as you are your presence is like the morning star. I'll try and grasp what this could mean when a heart close to a mind has been.
Our feelings shared before made sense but now all fall back on the past tense. It seems as if we've been drifting apart and love's seeking to make a new start. We're both grateful we've had a chance to experience in our life love's romance. -------------------
I sit here by my window It’s slightly cracked The wind outside sounds frigid & the array of snowdrifts remind me of the weather from when I was a child. It’s crazy to think how the universe works with my being. I’m in a renewal stage in which I need to tend to my inner child & the world entices it. I miss the calm the silence I need to indulge in that more I felt childlike & awakened, tested, walking through those knee high snow drifts. It was exhilarating in a sense. Playing through those snow drifts on the rez as a child, it seemed like a treacherous wonderland. Now those words are each of there own.