The woods are no longer the woods, the place we would go to let go. Wandering down to the river with the scent of the pine and the crisp, cool air. Ivory Towers and brittle pages have replaced the woods. Yet in my longing, I can go there under celestial skies if I close my eyes. Looking up, I take your hand.,
Walk with me and lean in by the fire. Sleep with me in the cool. crisp night air. Let’s sail our desires on a boat down that tiny steam. Let’s let go of fear and the days and nights that hold us ransom for our fear.
Dear friend, let peace return with sacred tears. Sing for me dear one. Let the rain wash over and clear the cobwebs of the day. That tiny swirl of cloudy in my cup. I will take your hand even though I am unsteady. Here we are once again. A little bit of love, a little bit of love. The rest is history.
