Seashells so pretty
Blue ocean that calls to me
Beneath shadows dream

Deep the rose unfolds
In the silence shadows speak
Love can come with thorns

Adorn ocean bright
The deepest moon pulls the tides
Rugged path I climb

Held in gentle night
Amber glows of love surround
Love, the softest flame

Delicate the bud
Like the heart not yet open
A love incomplete

Innocence of soul grew up to soon
Sweet heart that learned to self soothe
Strength of spirit that never gave up

I could see myself as I truly am.
what would I see???

across my face.

I saw spring coming
in the meadow
where the wildflowers
whisper to the wind.

found freedom on a snowcapped mountain top,

smiled to the child offering violets
cradled in her tiny hands

and when she smiles to me

her joy ripples like sunlight
across the sea of love.

the curtain is lifted.

the soul becomes visible

(always in the wild places
in my heart.)

Fall crimson leaves
Like faded dreams
Will the heart renew
Time answers softly

Soft blue winters mist
Frozen pines the shy wolf drifts
Ghost admist the snow