Thursday, May 16, 2019

I look up through the trees and see the clouds blowing,
But I feel it's me that's moving.
Someone or something is changing my mind.
I could be different every time you see me now.

I'm cascading down the mountain.
The summit was too high for me.
I long for oasis,
A comfortable place were gravity lets me rest.
I'll lay my head upon your chest,
Run my fingers through your hair,
Just as we spray down,
Splashing on the rocks 
At the bottom of the waterfall.
Leisurely then, we can unwind
Our way to the sea,
Where we can be together 
In the deeps, forevermore.


-jenn

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