Poetry (words)

Leaping from time to time. 

Sharing time with those who understand that the heaviness of the clouds above is a weight on the soul.  That on those dark days we remember the necessity of light. Everything we need is right here, without destruction. 

On the cold days when I wished for the warmth, I somehow lost the time between. Longing for what I already had, but passing it by. Dreaming of the perfection that was in my grasp. 

A contented heart in this insane world is an incredible gift. One to cherish and to share. Clarity is magical and even when it wanes you’re left with the thirst to know it again. 

Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s