We were poets,
Once,
Hearts etched upon our sleeve
The lords of our intent,
Words bloomed for all to see.
Each branch of thought considered,
Chiseled,
Whittled to express.
Carving the forest in our likeness
We paved the landscape with our breath.
Woods would sway in idle days
Sunkissed glades lay bathed in gold.
Nights waylaid by dancing maids
Cheap ale and tales of old.
Fires burn, flames unfold.
Though
Embers remember
Tender clutch of the cold.
We tend to forget the bargained,
The sold.
Up rivers and creeks,
Paddles, disowned by the meek,
Cast away to distant shores.  
Glades decay,
Fade to grey.

We become poets once more.

One day,
you will just look back
at your rough and dark past,
and you will then realize that
the jagged road you have wandered
was either a path through personal enlightenment
or a road that was never to be taken.

I heard the call of the old trees,
so I took my tired heart for a walk in the woods.
Peace, healing and energy embraced me.
I rode the wind again and gladly found my spirit of optimism.
The sounds of the water, the birds singing, their magical rhythm gave me power.
The delights of summer.

Her heart dances like rain
as the earth plays an ancient rhythm.
With the stars and their smiles,
She loves, she dreams.

In times when she feels crushed and broken,
she would watch the tiny messengers of hope.
The fireflies’ magical sparks remind her that even a little light can shine in darkness.
And when she’s completely torn into bits
that’s difficult to piece together,
she would look up to the sky and stare at the little messengers of life.
The stars remind her that she can still radiantly shine even in pieces.

You calmed my heart with your words that sound like angelic hymns
Your unconditional love took me out of my own labyrinth
Thank you for your miracle of love
You have healed my broken wings