A poem about life from 2020 that I finally finished September 2022
What do I want? I don’t know. Nothing. Everything. I want to lay under a cloudless sky And look up at the stars. I want to listen to the song of the wind As it whispers through the trees, Sharing tales of years gone by And truths eternal. I want to see the stories of every living thing And listen to the beating of their heart- Their hopes, their dreams, their sorrows. I want to live in the light And fully embrace life and living, Yet remember the darkness out there. And still have the courage to face it. I want to live with my heart bursting with hope, Arms spread wide, palms outstretched, Soaking up every moment that comes my way, Every good and beautiful thing brighter And more sweet for the darkness That did not overcome. I want everything and yet nothing But to worship and rest In the cathedral of your love.
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Originally written August 5, 2020.
I’ve felt the warmth of hot pavers beneath my feet And the refreshing cold tickle my toes As I dipped them in to test the water. I’ve felt soft dirt and grass scratch against my heels while racing Laughing all the way to the finish line. I’ve felt powdery sand between my toes And salty waves gently wash them clean As I searched for shells. I’ve felt the cold ground beneath my soles On autumn mornings while watching the world wake Tucking them underneath me to keep them warm. But there’s nothing like dancing barefoot. No tying of pointe shoes, Hair sprayed buns, Costumes dripping glitter, Or smiles for the audience. It’s spontaneous. It’s hair-flying, can’t stop spinning freedom. It’s jean shorts and a t-shirt, A makeup-less face, bare feet, And soul bared for all the world to see. It’s an end of a movie, catchy song, Giggle-filled dance with kids. It’s your favorite song coming on while working, Dancing around the house and kitchen. And it’s that moment when time stand stills And you’re so overwhelmed with joy That you dance to the song Only your soul can hear And your bare feet give you wings to fly 🦋 |
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