It’s where we’d meet To rest our feet We’d talk and then we’d listen; To the whispers Floating by our ears Trying to tell if far or near, Or if truth or lies were spoken. And then we’d laugh As innocent children Playing in a magic garden; Where fairies dance With elves by chance And… Read More Garden of Youth
A winding path To nowhere fast Yet toward everything And anything imagined. Where dreams exist Spoken from lips Of speculative hope And forward focus. Toward what exists On a changing horizon From crystal blue To full moon rising. Today is now Tomorrow is then Next year reveals Where we’ll have been. Questions answered Truths revealed… Read More A Winding Path
Many miles seen and traveled Across rolling hills and fields Cutting through chasms and rock Forming mud and mossy yields. Flowing under rustic covered bridges Past bustling freeways; country roads Where ducks search for dinner Hunting plump, chirping spring toads. Camouflaged by weeds and water Webbed feet, swimming with fishes In the depths of deep… Read More Downstream
Jessica M. Collette 
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