Warm wandering soul Whispering her secrets, will, And thoughts to the wind
Her reflection cast The beauty of an old soul Long travelled and wise
Gently brushing by Her scorched skin, the winter breeze Whispers all over Her. Sore flesh. Softly Lullabies her pain away. Promises relief.
A light breeze softly Passes, lifts strands of her hair Whispers in her ears
Step into the unknown, Out Of habit, Stretch and Walk, free of your own Will, out into the wide world
Trapped, hands tied, mouth taped, Slowly I grasp consciousness I open my eyes, Discover a den – Earthen ground, soiled sheets undone On a dirty bed.
Vapors emanate – Hot, white, smokey clouds of hope Warming up my lips.
As the Tardis lands On foreign soil, it watches. Frozen Eye stays still.
As life bustles by Under the clearest skies, Frozen I sits still.
Ethereal scene Unsullied grounds – shrinking – yet Ever-growing soul
Unmasked force. Open Behind closed doors, you layer Up when you reach out.
I do not believe It is all just luck and chance There is more to it We can all create Our own luck, shaping moments, Opportunities We make it happen We go out there – minds open – Share, build connections.