The stride to glide,
slides with a child-like beat,
above, the day hovers,
below, the night waits to rise.
Singing along to a whistling tune,
it becomes a favorite song.
The shinning sun spreads its warmth, kissing cheeks,
waiting for the moon, in full to appear,
before a magnitude of glittering stars,
hope grows strong.
There is something between you and I,
a wordless touch of souls,
where silence comforts a joy to breathe,
the same air, it’s rare.
A reaching hand that strokes near yet far,
it lends itself in a most beautiful way,
a special kind of affair,
answered in prayer.
The only agenda,
is that we’ll be there,
who really care.
Anger and pain will rise,
from time to time,
let it out,
to say what we will.
In life, struggles seems to find,
words not meant to be kept inside,
we’ll take the bitterness,
and swallow that awful pill.
When words are not enough,
only action has the right,
to believe there is a way,
self-worth, is worth it, still.
Haven’t been around as of late, BC rain can sure be a downer but had a bit of sun today. Staring out at the Golden Ears and Mount Baker WA. always gives me a boost. Nothing more majestic than snow capped mountains to dream with.
Pitt Lake, BC Canada, one of my hiding spots 😉