Tied alongside
Sitting idle
Remembering
The thrill
Of the ride
Ocean waves
Hello
Goodbye
See you
Another time
Fresh air
Breeze
On skin
Salty
Turning
Rusty
Wanting
Washing over
Moving freely
Never feeling
Time enough
When made
For you
Welcome to my closet
Is so socially awkward
Parading your secret
But necessary
To speak of
Somewhere
Let it all out
Proudly state
With elevated
Heart rate
Yes!
I am
A poet
Lured from tree house
Hiding places
Secure warm
From tiny throne
Leading loyal ones
To the next home
Caught in a storm
Taken down
As one
She is queen
Her word is won
Workers lives
Depend upon
Sudden storm
Mass extinction
Regret moving
Even mentioned
For one that brings
Our hearts attention
This day such loss
Is worth a mention
'...Is sweet and heady
Like my love
I feel unsteady
Where's my love?
Listen to me
Why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that she
Or am I just going crazy?
Lilac wine
I feel
Unready for my love'
Lyrics by James H. Shelton
No matter how
Hemmed in
We might feel
There is always
A way
To shine
Seeing green
Is necessary
For healthy mind
Forest bathing
Sublime
Wandering through
Hapless lives
How many times
Listening in
Expecting
Indifference
Disinterest
Instead
Twist of pain
Sharp sides
Insecurities denied
How I longed
To rest alongside
Ever wondering
Are they happier
Without me?
So many unknowns
Least of all
Knowing eyes
Green or blue?
Depending
Whether
Looking
At you
Ill considered
Vague objective
Poor reasoning
Loose perspective
Tardy data
Findings undone
Trumped when one's own
Heart is won
Far fetched
Flung
Elusive
Elaborate
Clearly fading
Truth evading
Tell strangers
In their thousands
All but one
Can live happily
This old love
With peace
Precious holding
Delicate dandelions
In the wind
Seeds travel
To far off lands
Letting go
Empty hands
Hold open
Wondering
Where you go
Do you take
Words with you
Let them grow?
Surrounding me
at table
While they make
a cup of tea
Feet dance down
The valley
To observe swell
Of spring
Pause and ponder
Habitat
Wonder gaping
Tiny things
Glorious enormity
Companion
On the wind
We say farewell
With a gift
Not many receive
A living thing
To tend and care
Responsibility
To remember lives
We cannot share
Count the stars of heaven 