Just another year.

Just another year.

But inevitable change is coming.

Fills this head with fear,

And sends it ever turning.

Its so very strange,

The passing of time.

The way we can see,

how we've been so blind,

To the time that is right here, thus ending.

I'd love to just listen to all the sounds,

of years quickly rushing by us.

But I know I must go,

Because time even slow,

Stuns all those who pause for a moment.

-To Aubrey!!

I really miss you big sister.  I know you're gonna have tons of fun this year though!Thanks for the awesome new journal!

My soul

Feet and fingers drum.
Everything is not permissible for me.
I ran into my souls open slum.
And there I saw who I was prone to be.

Twisted black and grey shades of regret.
Waved like flags at every corner.
Shivering children cold and wet.
Huddled to get warmer.

My breath was shallow as I trudged,
Through the streets of my soul.
knowing there was only one way out.
out of this sinking hole.

But I still tried every door.
My strength was small and dwindling.
And even the poor,
Had more a chance then I.

Without a breath I took a step.
Into the barren street.
So crowded and so lonely still.
I tried to train my feet.

To walk the way that real feet  can.
Across that very street.

For who could live in such a soul,
Where all I feel are lies.

I hear there is one.
Who can walk these roads.
And clear the air alone.

The only one who would venture.
Into such a fool as I.

Contemplating futures.
She sits surrounded by intimidating mountains.
Waiting for the answers that inevitably wont come from rock and soil.
The very last thing she wants to hear is the sounds of people.
They speak in circles. Endless loops of common sense.
The precipice edged in the dirt seems to suggest an end.
That's what it all comes to.
The whole world knows it.
She'll not listen.

Perfection in contentment.

Driving in a perfect breeze.

My mind is softly settling to ease.

And everything I know is right.

The bright yellow sun,

A shared sweet light,

Is telling us be peaceful, calm, and still.

The love you have is here and will,

wrap you in His cool feather wings.

A blanket of green and curtain of trees.

I chose you He breathes.

I dressed these wondrous leaves.

And even in these painful heaves,

I love you and always will.