Written over some time and something only I will probably be able to put into context but this came out of many emotions and I dont even know what to make of it but I thought I would share it anyways. Its not done by any means. I may never have the words needed. Looking out, looking in I fly with crows who bring news of change. On the winds we ride together into turbulent storms of many kinds. The crow knows the way. While the rains pour My tears stay hidden. Going in, going out The wise woman tells me of confusion and uncertainty. Lights, shadows, illusions, time, and love. Slipping away, people I cant see start to surround her. Whispers from the other side welcome her to ease the pain shaking and trembling from toxins so deadly. the deafening silence is brok en by one look into her tired eyes. Falling out, falling in Sleep comes like the crashing of waves and the crow still stays. The wise woman slips between sides, coming back to not cause a pain she knows is inevitable. Broken hearts and stormy restless nights watching and listening to shallow prolonged breathes, waiting. Peace comes to the wise woman who makes the journey to the other side. Climbing in, climbing out Carrying a heart that weighs a ton, I go to my old friend the mountain. The crow flies with me part of the way and introduces me to the deer who reminds me of childhood, connection to all, and a peace long sought. A change has been made in me on top of the mountain while remembering the words of the wise woman. My heart shatters as I stare into clear skies and My tears fall for all to see as I find my peace within many storms. ~Matthew Stephens youtube/watch?v=kegO104RGK4
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 17:20:09 +0000
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