If I could take storms in a scarf,
hurl them beyond horizon,
I wouldn't look back to each thunder,
I wouldn't try
to outrun lightning
and the hail.
***
In every step I take in puddles,
there is regret,
sunshine melted
in dew of second chances
road to another,
or myself,
this second
comes again,
this second
I have lived
inside a different heart.
***
How can I lean on flowers
for the love
I feel dripping
on petals dusted
with heartache?
***
Trying to make my sunshine
left fingers scarred
my light was near,
storm came,
put out the will
lightning descended, drove away
last wish
that wanted to see butterflies,
last road back home,
back to my island
of happy thoughts
and no tomorrow.
***
The future never looked so near
each time I try to touch,
the bubble goes away,
is it a mirror only
of what I could become
if I listened to leaves,
chased bees
and sunny birds,
their feathers tell me there's a place,
one I can call my own
no matter if it's been today,
a decade,
or lifetimes ago.
***
Blue moon meets eyes,
flowers find soul words in the night
I try to sing,
I have no voice,
where have I left my song,
is it lost in the ocean,
or will it come floating with morning
on sunlit waves
with hopes and dreams?
***
Dream on and back,
step tenderly on grass
this whisper could foretell
where this breath takes you
and the next
will call fate to your side.
What will you tell,
what do you still wish
to come true
now and again?
***
© 2022 Amy Christie
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Amy Christie
Passionate writer and journalist, striving to create meaningful connections.
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