She reaches out
Soul filled with wonder
The little things
Sweet and slow
Absorbing the gifts of life.
She takes a breath and smiles
Yes little one,
Come see the view
Water the distant companion
Calling gently
Sweetly,
Come.
She rises and carries her pet
Feeling the water rush in and out
She moves slowly with purpose,
Searching for the treasures
Undiscovered at her feet
Laughter carried on the wind
She sets her hair free
To the salt breezes
Hold her arms up
And falls forward
Waves hold her
Water a buoy
She turns to see the sun
And sets her spirit free.
Photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_William_Godward
Yes, i thought it was unique, i dont think I would like a turtle as a pet though 🙂
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Oh, I love the picture with the turtle! 🙂
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Lol! I’ve had those days too…
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I still have them…somedays I run towards the light….but think nah, I’m going back to sleep 🙂
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I love those “she urns to see the sun” “sets her spirit free” days – Wonderful emotion in this poem.
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Reblogged this on Love Songs And Mood Swings.
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I loved the little turtle 🙂 so glad you liked it Kat 🙂 happy to oblige 🙂
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What a beautiful poem and lovely Godward’s painting, my friend!:) I can feel the atmosphere as good as I’m there just now. Thanks for transferring me in the wonderful, magical world of your words, from this reality so accurate described by Buñuel.;)
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