Monday, June 25, 2012

A Blank Page and Plenty of Ink

The sun beating upon my back
Precious words before my eyes
Flying high above, soaring through the skies

Ink built up, ready to spill
to pen pages and pages and share with the world

The life that's held within,
The beauty that this heart holds.
Ready to make an impact;
To produce, shape and mold.

Carefully crafting clouds,
Sending them through the air.
With one breath,
One strong life filled breath
Birthing that which is new,
and letting it dance through the sky.
Dancing with the sun,
and singing with the stars

Recollecting times of before
Dreaming all the dreams that are in store...