It Speaks

You sit in the woods taking in every word asking for the universe to see you in need. It answers with a warm gentle hug from the wind validating your quiet wish I both see and am with you. It invokes a sharp inhaling choke of a truthful breath An awakening to cry out, a begging of painful release. It feels your fight or flight your need to reject love But you asked, so now it makes sure you'll recieve. You feel your heart tighten as it presses a bit deeper Still meeting resistance you see the moon smile. Let me in now my little one it whispers through leaves brushing in a beautiful choir wind embraces once again. No, you're not getting out of this knowing yet again, as you feel the small river splash at you playfully. You smile with the moon.