The sun warms her face in the dawn
As your kiss did in the night
The wind tangles in her hair
As your hands did gripping tight
The rains cool touch makes her gasp
As your passion did as she was in your grasp
The storms linger with her tears as they roll past
As your silence did when you knew it wouldn’t last
The moon guides her across the sky
As your goodbye gave her wings to fly
We long for someone to see.
See through the brokenness into the beauty.
Sadly most only see sharp shards of glass.
Shards revealing our past.
Still, we beg please look at me.
Softly whispering, what do you see?
What if the Little Red Riding Hood wasn’t on her way to grandma’s house?
What if she was just walking in the woods with a basket full of goods?
Walking away from that day, you know the one, the one always on replay.
What if she finally took that first step and wandered into the woods?
For the day finally came when she stopped caring for those who would not even look her way.
Little Red Riding Hood wandering in the woods with a basket full of goods.
Wandering to the wolves den where her old life ends and her new life begins.
Acceptance, such a pretty word often heard but rarely observed.
Safe, it’s as beautiful and as fleeting as the oceans wave.
Peace, puts one at ease but is not often seen.
Life, a lovely little lie for you only realize you want to live when it is time to die.
I am a moment in time lost
A name often forgotten
I am a valuable not worth its cost
A shadow in the darkness
I am a woe no one knows
An equivalent of nothing
I am the wind unseen and yet still dancing