Maybe it will be in the silence of a noisy road, in the stillness of a crowded hospital, in the vibrancy of the same four walls, wherever it is though, wherever you find your peace – center yourself.
Category: Poetry
Wanderer
What do you call this?This waiting on the edge of my seat,fingers drumming in anticipation,mind alert, eyes wide openWhat is it that I am waiting for?What adventures are headed my way?What should I seek next
Fireworks
And when I have lost my sparkle don’t you worry For I will find my own light All I need is for you to be at my side Ready for the fireworks
I have left
You’ll find me in the pockets of time Where you shared my laughs And you shared my smiles You’ll find me in the park Under the shade of the oak tree Calmed by the shadows in the dark You’ll find me in the pages of books A paper clip to mark a page A folded […]
