Soft mist sprays on my face
I sit on the rocks and stare at the ocean
as I realize it puts me in my place
The way the waves roll and crash against the shore
remind me how vulnerable I am
the fish that swim against the current
show me a spirit in nature
The seagulls flying up above
tell me to focus on the big picture and the details
The sun is setting
quickly the air is cooling
I take one last glimpse at my love
breathe in the salt air
let the mist caress my face
and turn to another day
Here is another one:
There is a vine growing on the door of the old house
such a beautiful sight
the way the moonlight hits the windows
is almost like watching the birth of a brand new star
the lawn is overgrown
like a wild jungle filled with things unknown
past the sights I hear sounds
The chorus of crickets
more beautiful than the violin
There is a gentle pitter-patter of the wind blowing
through the blinds
a sound of a gentle summer night
the rustling of the leaves against the bricks
as soothing as a babbling brook
everyone hates this old house
complains of the rickety wood and the smell of sawdust
but to me it is a second home
And a third:
I look deep within myself
looking for the texture of my mind
with my inner eye/ all I see is padded walls and the color white
In the corner I see
suddenly a flash of color
Red?
Maybe its blood?
No its a rose
a sweet, sweet rose
Its petals as subtle as a gentle kiss
or an uunknown glance
It reminds me of something
something, perhaps I have long forgot?
No a past unforgotten
a familiar voice floats through my mind
his voice/ his lips brush mine then he is gone
like smoke caught in the wind
his name comes back to me
I call out for him/ I hear manic laughter
Insanity my, sweet love, you came back to me
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