Drops Ripple in the Puddle

Drops Ripple in the Puddle

Went walking this cool misty morning.  Rain puddles on the road.  Strengthens my body and refreshes my spirit.  Oftentimes do a little soul searching, reflect on my life, remember my younger years, the people I have met, the ones that I  love, the ones that I am connected to in spirit.  Was feeling especially melancholy this morning and wrote this poem.  

Wandering Soulmate

Wafting Cottonwood leaves, a thousand hands waving, 

Arms swaying, gracefully yield without breaking

Against the soft clouds,  my spirit is waking. 

Cool mist, wind in my face, caress and embrace 

A younger time in this place.

                   

Sycamore branches, a chalky perch, 

Oh wandering soul looking for rest.  I know you from the ages last.  

We ran barefoot through the puddles, once in the past.

Playfully soared in this misty breeze, lit atop these lofty trees.

Hearts innocent and free.  Do you remember me?

Your saddened spirit now with me, perched in this Sycamore tree.    

Time skewed as it passed, our time now together cannot last. 

Take comfort as you rest.  Lay your head upon my chest.

Draw strength from my weathered bones, 

No use to me when I'm gone.

Carry me with you, and we'll never be alone.