Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Is This The End

picture my own

The ways of the world and the flow of the stream directed where she would go,
yet felt something were missing, maybe a knowing she once had,
sorrow tinged instead her shadow, ‘til she detoured this one particular day.
Who knew she would end up here, away from the danger obedience teaches,
a long-held breath fading away her fears so she may dance,
and she dances with the fire, too close it would seem,
scatters all she has and everything she knows as ashes would blow in the wind,
she’s flown to the waters’ edge where the waves roll with the cries of the seagulls
and the mist kisses away her tears, she is now, she is here, she is home.


  1. That's why we need to venture off the beaten path sometimes.

  2. ... me think me will love you forever ... c.

  3. Sea as home . . . nice. I have always preferred the woods orthe desert as home. Bye the bye: can I use your poem "An Angels Breath" on my latest blog post entitled "Breath"? It may be one of your firsts.

  4. Lovely words and lovely pic, friend Shadow ... Always, cat.

  5. Wonderful imagery, as usual. By the way, I just emailed you a copy of the Little Lost Leon eBook. I hope you like it.

  6. I feel like I know her and her thoughts are real. It's hard when one travels with the wind, dances with fire and dreams of waters that will carry her while still remaining earthbound.