Whispered In The Wind

Whispered In The Wind
Just a fairy blowing in the wind, singing tales to the west wind

Monday, September 8, 2014

Wish Tree

I want a tree to hang secrets and poems from
huddle warm bodies around
so they breath in its scent
read the words and paper returning 
to original form
find twine and wrap it round its boughs
write in bold ink
I wish to always love myself
come to appreciate my body’s soft nature
the squeaks that fall into my voice
my wild eyebrows
wrinkled fingers
I wish to look at people and really look at them
pull them inside
and feel their heart beats
know why they continue to wonder
and are their souls intact?
I want a tree to age gently with me
four years, it’s not a very long time in our lives
but still, we may grow taller, grow more concentric circles
drop leaves, stretch into other trees and trunks
I want a tree who keeps my secrets
who accepts vague poetry
and abstract concepts
who understands sometimes wishing on stars
is just too impractical
and I need some grounding 


"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "

"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "
"When asked not to make waves, I just smiled and said, don't worry this is just a ripple"