I could have stared at the sky for hours.
It was glowing.
Grey and orange; still against the crashing sea.
But it wasn’t the vision of the sunset that moved me.
It was the feel of it
within me.
So calm, I became the sky.
Peaceful.
Still.
And quietly waiting
for nothing at all.
The time for soft and quiet has come.
Rest.
Lay down the bones of sorrows past.
Yesterday is a hush,
no longer ringing her angry bell.
She knows it true.
The time for soft
and quiet
has come.
Here I sit
in this patch of sun,
beneath this naked tree,
only me.
I ask my heart to hush
so that I might hear the birds.
But just as soon as my heart goes quiet…
so do the birds.
And I am alone.
In the silence.
Waiting for life to sing for me
once again.
Wade me in the waters of sensuality,
sweet ocean of mine.
Show me the girl that I am.
Call to me the woman that rises
within.
I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t stay.
I have plans to sit on the grass
and breathe.
The sun is waiting.
