Sweet Serenade

Quietness is the symphony
of crickets serenading
the known darkness

Listen closely
Let your hearing focus
Obscuring the blur of many
To the uniqueness of one

The serenade of warmth
The serenade of hope
The sweet serenade that
She will be heard

The flow of memories
Laced and intertwined
by balmy nights
lived carefree

Her senses alive, caressing
the breeze who is
dancing to the serenade

Dance she says, dance

Almost Forgotten Self

 

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Is there an ember in your
soul waiting to be rekindled?

Is it fear, doubt, troubled
times that have blown in?

Is your chilled breath enough to
ignite?

Ignite the glow that is your
truth?

Let the breath blow in all of its
pain and confusion.

For every breath is life.

When it seems too shallow
to sustain your dreams

Trust that it is more
powerful than you think.

Let it be fed by pains,
disappointment, desperation.
It knows that these are the path to your soul.

To an awakened soul.

Awakening the embers of
who you truly are.

Let your breath
flow
course
pulse
ignite life

Your almost forgotten self
Reunited.