We’ll never have just the right words.
So may we continue to cultivate a sensitive and open heart, because the true barometer is how we feel.
Tag: lost
The wind knew your name,…
I wish I was there with you. I found your hand when we started into the woods. Held it tight. Held it dearly. But I didn’t know you were running to the fall. I couldn’t pull myself from planting the roses I thought were for us. When I looked up you were gone. I ran and ran, tears and branches wiping my face. I followed the small voice I heard in the wind, out to the other side. It was your’s… calling from the bottom of the basin. You had already jumped, not realizing the only way down for me was if I went with you. I wish I had been there. I wish.
Sometimes I still think I hear you down there.
When moving & stillness feel like one.
What happens when the stars pull in you so close, you end up dancing with them for infinity, in and out of black holes, until you realize lifetimes ago you left a whole world behind?
Couple of Aubrie Musings and Heartstrings 