Poet, I long smell the earth in my skin I want my eyes to tell the stories. Glittery destination to anywhere.
I can reach, I can reach past this yellow symphony In a remake trading post world paved with vendors. Buckskin moccasins only brushing the ground Pitch my tent, make a home for a week, move. (ah. no phones, no appointments to keep, no problems)
Staying up nights watching a full moon laugh. I'll be able to touch my feet & know They're carrying me on my destined path Free-spirited is what they call me Splash in uncharted rivers, open my eyes underwater.
Forever with my smile, smelling like Clouds on the back of the wind Finding my fairy ring, Some day my wings will catch my breeze and I'll sail away again, even if only in another poem.
~SAS~
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
Miss you all, I have a few extra classes this session, Dropping when i can, I don't have time to comment much but know I am reading!!!! SAS