The poem came to life as a comment on another poem by Brandy Desiree Collins – Stranded on the Shore… Enjoy!
the warmth of the earth be thine home.
Where whether parched,
or soaked to the bone.
Your colours continue to leap,
sprout forth from the cracks.
The openings to reach windward towards,
open, cloud dappled light.
grow in your choices,
words, stories, and dreams.
A young bud spring forth overnight,
waiting for that first light.
Blue in its wayfarer’s silk haze,
to slow, pause to open,
fresh to the new day.
Colours radiant, bending in the soft light.
Rising to kiss, the morning sun’s whisper thin wind.
Dew vapours, walking on a breeze’s waking slumber.
Moments, to waiting conversations blend.
No silence, just seasons to sleep a sea.
To wake, to live like.
free as the breeze…
beauty, rich, rare heart with soul…