FuzzyPoems

Snow capped pillars marking graves
Lost souls hidden under the gurgling creek
Fresh paths of yesterday made scarce by fresh powder
The water is alive with the flashing of scales
Wander onwards and upwards along the places we use to haunt
But the ghost of my heart is no more
Stitched together by loving hands
An amalgamation of so many pieces
I am not new, we are not fresh or clean
This is something better, an understanding of sorts
Working together to love ourselves as much as we love one another
Every flaw and every success everything that makes us what we are
Because this path may not be new to us, our feet remember where to step
Still my eyes sparkle in wonder because it all looks to beautiful to just let slip past
Our breath is uneven - mine is deep and slow like a forest asleep your own is faster, more shallow, like waves on the beach
And isn’t that the perfect place to rest and wonder
Where the trees break away into sand and sky