harvest – mission this field lay not barren hay bales in wait to be gathered gray is not the feel of this day or any other that is your choosing time has come to plow through confusion end vacillation
she-wolf beauty was seen by the observer serenity seemed to surround her being she unaware of others for her intent was in the gaze was it prey she studied was it her long lost pup was she in a trance of
defrost it took a heatwave to finally get through your frozen exterior melting ever so slightly giving a glimpse of what you have hidden in your heart burying memories in an ice chest won’t change reality defrost your protective shell let me help your not
unspoken magnificence there is something in your stare that is unnerving intense yet not frightening or scary determination rests in your eyes seeing what others miss un-distracted by motion by sound will power unnecessary to remain focused your regal stance conveys your purpose
lost in thought her smile faded as time ticked away she remembering a lustful love her heart always aching for more she remembering carefree days building sand castles watching the sea sweep them away she remembering promises that were never to be broken
bygone her heart couldn’t see past the golden fields the yearning for home meant a long road preferred not taken sorrow is not something easily shed it lingers in the crevasses and cavities of the cerebellum almost forgotten till the sky spit it’s warm droplets
