Quick stepping, mind leaping,
like a gazelle with flighty responses..
always longing to leap away,
and find that peaceful stride,
that marks my wandering.

I look north and wonder,
if the bright sun will hover over,
this beating heart of mine,
as I ponder greatness
not my own…
yet strangely loved,
as my own skin is loved.

I gaze down and think of wind,
through my hair,
when I was a child,
heedless of weathered sayings,
that said I could not run,
Oh! How I ran…
my hair streaming behind me,
as I let joy be my body,
and my laugh light candles.

Quick stepping, mind leaping
ever forward go..
where I stop, where I land
only the stars could know,
and they are not into confession.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

4 thoughts on “lighten

  1. I agree with the previous comment. Your happiness just flows through the words. The rhythm, well, it just feels RIGHT. Everything just seems to fit together perfectly and fall right in its place. “Quick stepping, mind leaping” is what I’m talking about, the flow and rhythm, those words just seem to go together.

    Love it.

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