There dwells a song inside you
humming quietly in make.
Like a child, she knows no difference
of dreams and place of wake
and begins to build her sailboats
in the far seas of your mind,
moving them with whispers
her faith is ever blind.
What makes a journey worth it?
She never asks but knows—
having yet to ever meet the shore
her joy is in the wind
and so, it blows...
Do you hear that in the distance?
You must listen for her now—
for her song, her life,
her everything
is just what you allow.
No comments:
Post a Comment