Face to the wind, 
i hear that echo,
of places i belong to.
Old stories, inside jokes,
scars that know the history,
of each shadowed blister, 
and each joyous ache.

Sunlight waking gently,
parts of each spiritual center,
all parts included,
in a synchronicity of motion,
emote and swim the channel,
make peace with what lies waiting,
in the dampness of that shallow grave.  

i wander paths, 
and settle waves,
clearing out the seashells,
places traveled, but forgotten,
places that i began,
each step a map of living.

Face to the stars,
i see that reflection,
of places i move on to,
new stories, awaiting jokes,
healing that covers history,
of each shadowed whisper,
and each precious touch.

( I wonder if Matt will be able to catch the parallel thinking inherent in this piece)

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!!

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