Monday, December 16, 2013

Wild heart

A wayward goddess on the edge of it all....... 

Walking through the night, searching,  for what, she does not know..... 

Winds blow in hard and cold; winter at her feet......ice in her soul

Paths that cross, and cross again

Gaining ground; rocks tumbling down, slipping.....wild heart, gasping for air....


See her there? Standing in the shadows......reaching out

Striving to move, mired in; trapped 

Dreams, as out of reach as the moon and stars.....


Always wandering, life, rewinding in slow motion.....

people, places, things....whirling together to become a blur........

Is it her? 
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