Measuring life
through the
wounds…
Counting coup
counting scars
like stars.
Tip toe
go low
going with
the flow.
Pain walks
in step
lest we
forget…
The road
less traveled
wearing honor
like armor,
battle ready
at all times.
You try to forget
but can’t.
You try to let go
but it lives
within.
Walking wounded
lets go…
Drifting in
floating out
the grey
and the
white
side by
side
they
ride.
Alive
on the
inside…
What is
your truth?
Where is
your
why…
Did it
die?
floating by
clouds
come
clouds
go,
drifting
by…
xoxo
Drifting
away
on
cotton balls
floating off
to the
land of
Oz.
Dreaming
of a
thousand
lands
unseen…
laughter
with strangers
moments
of
glory,
the Joy
of living
the why~
floating away
freaming,
drifting,
into the
comfort
the bliss
the moments…
The unmistakable
sound
the call of
the hawk
loud
crisp and
clear
A jolt
A shot
to the
senses
Instantly alert~
The power
of sound
and flight
On the hunt
agile strength
in a state
of grace~
The knowing
the glowing
Rising in the
mists
of dawn
Soaring
ever
soaring~
On…
Slow
wakenings
hot coffee
the baby
green
of spring…
Surrounded
by flowers
all the
colors
of a
rainbow…
the sweet
songs
of the
birds…
time slows
clocks for
show…
A day
without
rules
no have to’s
no work
just sweet
nothings,
a pen,
a coffee,
and
sweet music~
Memories
flood
fade
slip away
some bring
tears
of joy
of sorrow
of lost
tomorrows…
I see
my life
as a
Kaleidoscope
of moments
some that
shaped me
some that
shamed me
either way
I danced
I sang
I loved
I hoped
I failed
I tried
I laughed
I cried…
Gazing
into the blue
lost
into the blue
waiting
into the blue
searching
into the blue
questioning
into the blue
leaning
into the blue
seeking
into…
never the same
what’s in a name
walking on
letting go
embracing
changes
no place to go
step by step
living fearlessly
fight the fight
seek the light
a warriors creed
never surrender
into the blue…
Changing
always,
I am
changing
always…
I follow
the seasons,
Face the Sun
Howl at the Moon
and
wish upon the
Stars…
Spring,
do your
thing.
I love
to watch
Mother
wake
from her
Winter’s
rest
We are
born again
with the
seasons,
time to
bloom…
