Play your song for me…I know it well. I’ll be lazy here on blue velvet clouds of forgotten promises. Laughing on the outside, split ends know me well. As they crept up onto my freshly dried hair, I remembered the moment within that moment when you first looked at me.
Embracing the warmth of the earth beneath her, she stopped for a moment, to feel the trees brush lightly atop her skin, whispering their melodies of a sweet summer breeze that dances through their branches and flow through ones soul.
Echoing tides of a blue bird’s song remind her of her happiness…an obsolete path.
A woodwind’s song of playful curiosity; a dance of sorts.