
thirsting for water
a roadside bookshelf
offers direction🪶
thirsting for water
a roadside bookshelf
offers direction🪶
You can’t depend on their presence
You cannot summon them with command
Sky faces drift on a time outside of time
They carry messages from places of knowing
Just out of grasp
Speaking a language you’ve yet to learn
Obscured from sight by light step dancers
Sky faces are playful tricksters
They swoop in close
Breath sweet spearmint and clover
On silent wings they glide low and high
Leave you wanting
Promising—-
In time, maybe when you’re older
On some still early morning mist rising
As a new sun spreads life to shivered earth
Sky faces will linger, sip of your offering
Whisper words in the language of your heart
You don’t have to fly
Knowledge holds the sight in you
Wings like silent peaks
Patience
he said
Read slow
my words
I will linger here
Pondering
what it is
You think you know
Dear Child,
You look to me
with clear trusting eyes
believing with your infant mind heart soul
in the blood between your bones
I am wisdom strength and bold
all answers to all questions I hold
and one day soon
I will gift all clarity
to you.