Posted in Musings and Mutterings

Poem – by my son

Breath, twisting and rising
In the misty night air
Drifting away

Drinking in
The fresh damp eve
Smiling as my hair
Dances with the breeze

Eyes alight with a quiet fire
Burning in the chill of the darkness
Eyes gripped
With strength and ambition

Yet quivering lips
Like a small frightened child

As the mist wraps ’round
The wet body
I laugh whispering
From those shaking lips

The leaves tremble and shake
Crackling in the wind
Without a word

The winds turn to gusts
The fires burn brighter
The fists clench with fierce determination

And I relax
Gentle and subdued
Another creature
Cradled by nightfall
And the crescent moon

While my skin glistens
In the dim pallor
A smile parts over the now firm lips

The wind dies
Leaving the branches still
And I slip into the mist

Strong of heart
Strong of will
Strong of mind
Strong of soul

Cradled by
The crescent moon

Author:

I believe you reap what you sow. It's not a Karma thing, it's that I believe you make your own reality whether good or bad. Thus, my favorite saying is, "Say what you mean and mean what you say."

Well, Sharon, if you wanna know what I think....

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