writerfromva

On misty moons, I wander free,

Escaping life's cacophony,

The world's too loud—a fading sound,

As nature's peace enfolds me round.

When all we have is spent 

What will we have left? 


Like an animal that runs through the forest 

Searching for the last of its kind to go 

i see things that no human ever should:

the intricate coding of life

an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another

a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.

i am a poet

When I am no longer myself  
And you are no longer yourself  
Will we meet again?  

Oh Earth, in your embrace we thrive,
Your soil, your sky, keep us alive.
You gift us trees and rivers wide,
With oceans deep and mountains high.