The Soul's Delight

 

 

To wander the

presence of beauty,

to stand in the 

radiance of light,

to answer the

call of freedom, 

to witness  the

soul’s delight.

Elegant Strokes

 

To paint the sky
with wisps of white
upon the endless blue,

To sprinkle in 
some golden sunlight,
sparkling in the dew,

to let the paintbrush
dance with grace,
elegant strokes, but few,

to play with colours
bold and bright,
displaying what is true,

to see my life
a work of art, 
and paint each day anew. 

Enraptured

 

Some days, I feel 
a swoon, a romance
so great 
no words can tell

 

of a love so high 
it paints the sky
in colours 
of soft pastel.
 

Breathless, I feel
 this beauty so real, 
the muse is
 alive and well.

 

Everything cast in a
beautiful glow,
enraptured,
I'm under her spell.

 

 

Come Back

 

Beneath the stress, the 'shoulds',
the ever-present rush,

there is a calm that feels safe,
a peace that simply says, 'hush'

to the loud-scattered mind.
'Come back to your soul,

come back to yourself,
you're already whole.' 

 

Here

Here, the path grows wider,

and the trees grow ever taller.

Here, my heart breathes deeply,

sunlight warm upon my face.

 

Here, the trees sway slightly,

and the breeze blows ever lightly, 

there's sweet music all around me

and of worry not a trace.

 

Here, I come to feel
no fear, no judgement, but what's real,
a world of beauty and of love,
 only magic in this place. 

 

 

 

 

Mesmerised

 

Mesmerised by your beauty,

held in awe by your spell,

your dance appears other-wordly,

where it ends I cannot tell.

 

In the shelter of the trees,

in the halo of the sun,

in the touch of the breeze

you whisper, we are one.

 

The Girl Who Lives

 

 

 I am not the girl
who lives in the house
by the lake
who moved there after
driving through the night
in hurried anticipation,
who brought a backpack
full of hopes and fears,
then spent her nights
by the lake's edge in tears.

I am not the girl
who lives in the house
up on the hill,
looking out at the sunrise
every morning, full of hope
that maybe, just maybe
today will hold more
laughter than tears,
that she will finally rise
above her fears.

I am the girl
who lives in the cottage
down the lane,
surrounded by trees and flowers,
creating the life of her dreams,
moving, freely flowing,
in sync with her inner knowing,
who's taken the leap despite her tears,
dancing to the beat of her soul,
standing in the midst of her fears.

I am the girl who lives.