She walks through this life with softness.
Lays a hand on your shoulder.
She files emotions with paper moons,
comes to lay beside: to fill with hope.
Surrounded by lush green fields filled,
with fresh dew from the morning.
As the fog is starting to lift.
Despair has vanished on the wings of light.
She is dressed in satin and silver brocades.
While dancing on amethyst stars that burst,
and release sparkles of sunshine.
Surrounded by tranquil pools of rose coloured petals.
She is your inner peace and light.
The ocean ...
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
2 years ago