So many things I would have said;
So many words – not enough breath.
Years of inspiration that created all that’s immaculate.
The most profound silences.
Shadows and whispers of a daydreaming sentient.
Exploring the wondrous.
Reconstructing a moment, touching deep solace, trusting the process.
Choices and decisions,
A feeling, a healing, an accomplishment.
If I could paint the vision;
If I could sing the prisms;
If I could plant the gardens, raise the children,
Touch the sunset.
I’d have no regrets.
As I call your name across the vast divide – It comes to focus,
These are the wings of experience.