Sometimes I shut my eyes and see,
myself as wolf sacred and divine.
Where free I run on countryside.
as they echo and I howl along.
Perhaps, I shall wolf-it in another life.
Perhaps, I already have.

Sometimes I shut my eyes and see
myself as tree standing tall and regal
Where breezes I catch that whistle gently,
as birds nest and call tree home.
Perhaps, I’ll live in my imaginative mind.
Perhaps, connected in dreams I’ll be.

Sometimes I shut my eyes and see,
myself as babbling brook so grand.
Where waters carry wavelets in dance,
as wildlife drink and bath in harmony.
Perhaps, with gratitude we will bond.
Perhaps, a healing I will feel.


StarBG © 2017

StarBG © 2017