Happiness 12-8
longing to be tamed.
longing to be tamed.
gaily proving the originality of species.
whispering sweet nothings to the sand
realizing there is no going back to the way things were.
confidently striding on air
over and over invited to smooth and soften
hope fearlessly enticing you always
arriving at the top and realizing there is always more to climb
longing to be held firmly and lovingly and crooned to
no longer able to hold it in
still friends after all these years
every now and then remembering the utter hilarity in the whole situation
imagining we are all on the different paths to the same destination.
getting fully relaxed and comfortable for the job that must be done
seeing all the motion and flow now in frozen stillness.
knowing that the higher you climb the greater your sphere of vision.
somewhere somehow plumerias still exude their fragrance
noticing a great wound and asking the question.
pointing the way out of a shadow
standing strongly all together in vibrant colors to create a colorful mountain.
gazing into the eye of the beholder
light tangled up and trying to get out