To write
To explore one’s thoughts
To write
To question one’s being
Venturing into the darkest
Corners of one’s soul
Grabbing hold of the truest
Person of your heart
The truest thought from within
Your own mind

To write
The great exploration
Of one’s own soul
To try and understand
Who you are
Where you come from
What you are to do
Questions asked
Yet never answered

The trees sway as the wind blows
Leaves fall to the ground
Twigs snap as we walk the path
In the woods in the fall

The air is crisp
A chill is there
Jack frost has made his yearly visit once again

I love you
I cherish the ground
Upon which you walk
My life means nothing
Without you

The words flow
From pure emotion
As the pen marks across the page

Christmas time
It seems so merry
Friends and family
In good cheer
Presents
Food
laughing
Joking
Decorations all around
Carolers making a joyful sound
High spirits
Lots of fun
Christmas time for everyone

I want to fly with the birds in the sky
To soar high above the Earth
To dance upon the breaze

I dance for life demands movement and has put a song in my heart
I dance for my heart is light with joy and peace
I dance for there is nothing I would rather be doing