We begin our journey with no compass to guide following our sun and moon hoping their direction is right from our first tentative steps taken as we were shown to our first leap out into the wide world alone our journey influenced by others we meet along the way whether it be years, months, or
I seem to have lost it though I have looked in every crevice and corner Where, I can’t help but wonder, would my Joy for Life hide? I’ve looked in the western skies as the sun sets, following the ribbons of light and color, peaked through the treetops following the birds flight, hoping they would
Nature calls to me Ever so eloquently I’m every birds song She speaks to me Beckoning quietly In whispers on the wind It’s time to come home To feel alive once again
Dear Dream Awakened from my peaceful slumber by your visions greatly impassioned left to decipher the intricate code of your message quite creatively fashioned Fashioned into a delicate puzzle whose pieces daintily float away racing and reaching to catch them only to behold my empty hands, in dismay Dear Dream, are you a fortune teller
A Quiet Heart 