My words fall silent, unable to convey
the chaotic ramblings of my mind today;
this erratic bursting of raw emotions
filled with longings, regrets, & devotions.
Oh, to arrange them closely one by one
and think them through 'til each is done.
But my thoughts incessantly intertwine
reaping hell and havoc with my mind.
I long to stroll along sandy shores
with only my thoughts to explore,
or climb atop a mountain high
in solitude to solve...to rectify
any wrongs suffered at my own hand
or because I would not take a stand
for what my heart knew was right
but buried them silent in the night.
These darkened chasms of my soul
which later purge, reject, unfold
and replay such feelings of regret
laden in chains so I can't forget.
Tightening with every beat of my heart
until fear takes hold and my mind departs
to wildflower fields and trees of green
sunshine kisses… a whispering stream.
Sacred seclusion finds me here
bereft of worries, relieved of cares.
My face caressed by summer's sun
soothing my wounds one upon one.
Essence of jasmine floats in the air
lifting my spirits with delicate care;
saturating my mind, carrying my soul,
cleansed is my heart through rays of gold.
I watch a leaf gently fall from a tree
settling atop the stream side me;
with tender surrender, floating with grace,
adrift on the water to some faraway place.
Fascinated, I watch with wondrous awe
the simplistic, pure, parallel of it all.
Through twist and turn, around rock and yonder,
intrigued by this sight I began to ponder.
Our voyage is uncertain, much like the leaf's,
pushed along by life's currents flowing & deep,
forced to conform with each twist and turn,
drifting away farther from that which we yearn.
But unlike the leaf we can chart our paths,
maneuver our way and avoid the wrath
of treacherous waters and rocky shores.
Life's a wonderful journey, not hopeless chore.
I awake from my daydream and collect my thoughts.
The mistakes in my life have my mind overwrought.
Stricken and barren stands the tree of regrets;
anguish befalls he who under it sits.
Stumbling toward the future, I look back on the past.
Time can be forgiving, I've acknowledged at last.
I'll always recall what I learned in this place.
I'm a leaf on life's tree in this haven of grace.
