If Ever You Are Lost

Since you were born

You have wanted to dance

To move easily through raindrops

Let yourself be kissed by sunlight

to live awake

never missing a moment of beautiful

 

When you get older

You switch to precision

To putting grace before passion

Perfection before feeling

to drawing lines and placing borders

Leaving yourself out of living

 

Still, you find yourself dreaming

Tree-whisper and wind-song

The breath of the sea, saltine

And you wonder

when will I wake?

To the worlds born in you.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Mark Heathcote]

Captivating and beautiful... K.T.S