Sweet memories of days (or is that years?) gone by
words to the feelings I was holding
returned at the sight of your name – what a blessing
your presence is like liquid sunshine
raining on a cloudy day, downtime, me time
Is there a master plan or are we all just so connected
that we know when to appear?
for ourselves, each other or another’s healing
unknown sorrows, lost awakenings and dreams gone by
hidden in the corners of our inner self
The exposure to Self from self exhilarating
and yet what is the next choice I will make
in this wondrous place I’ve come to
that feels familiar and not, at the same time
a place I’ve come to grow and be more me
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