surrounded by books
belonging and longing with
wonder filled moments
Originally published on Instagram.
poetry/
when words get strung together like music
I travel to miss
home where my heart stops yearning
to make me feel free
Originally published on Instagram.
the luggage travels
place to place rolling over
hills green with splendour
sometimes great beauty
exists amongst the grey skies
inspiring awe
leaves above rustle
like rain falling with power
nudging my wonder
impermanence is
inevitably pending
knowingly cherish
my shadow darkens
ceaselessly haunts in silence
as I awaken
the mind compresses
like enclosing hurricanes
I try not to drown
the trees sway in sync
the storm raging endlessly
so what the wing sings
how do we embrace
the fleeting quality of
a passing sunset