Sometimes I feel like I put my foot in my mouth at the wrong time and I am not sure it if I can make amends for it. What does a person do when their heart is breaking and they feel like they are not being heard?
Can a raindrop fall and loose its beauty? Can a leaf fall and rip apart a strong man? Would the wind wipe away a mountain and make way for a king?
If a breath could revive a princess I would be one;I need breath, with yellow hair and sea-scape eyes. Wrapped in ribbons and free of lies. Conformed to the might of a warrior and radiant in poise. Wound tightly in the arms of my lover seeking finding rejoicing, free. A carefree lover in the depth of a soul tuned heavenward.
If a breath could revive a princess I would be one;I need breath, with yellow hair and sea-scape eyes. Wrapped in ribbons and free of lies. Conformed to the might of a warrior and radiant in poise. Wound tightly in the arms of my lover seeking finding rejoicing, free. A carefree lover in the depth of a soul tuned heavenward.
If a flower petal could blend into a message and a breeze could tell a story, if a cloud could cover worry and mask my rejection. If a tower could bring me to new heights and great revelation, I would move there. On a mountain with greenery in every spec. Life in every shadow. Whispers of change in every beat of a warrior heart. My heart. Willing the might of movement, the grace of sound judgment . The pulse of victory running into new territory not yet discovered. Whimsical dreams floating, flying , freeing.
Only time can tell where the heart is. Hidden in the wings of hope I wait for change.
