Every dirt road..

when i see the wind blow through your hair, 

i imagine it must sound like the wind rustling trees.

so i walk in the woods.

when i hear your voice reverberate off walls

i imagine it must look like ripples.

so i swim in the lake.

when i catch your perfume

i imagine it must taste as free and pure.

so i drink from the river.

when i touch your skin

i imagine moonlight 

and i look up to the sky.

no matter where i go

i'm going to you

as every dirt road seems to lead to your church.

Reviews

[Ben Taylor]

This gave me goospebumps. BEAUTIFUL. And that last line, "as every dirt road seems to lead to your church.", is great, implying that she is worship worthy.
I really, really liked this.
Finding yourself drawn to aspects of nature because they remind you of her--what a wonderful sentiment.