Rustling from the tall grass
All I can see lays before me
I am blind so I cannot see
Feel for a way of a whisper
Bustle to the ends
And tow to the beginning
Skip in the delights of the slain
Dip to the ends of calling
Not knowing where to go
No map to help guide
Not a star to be seen
In the bright midnight sky
Whirling and whirling
My feet are aching
Dancing in circles
Unable to stop
Closing my eyes
Restful not yet
Let the spirits be my guide
Bound in the envelopes of existence
The shear blindfold awaits us all
About the Creator
Heather C. Beck
I'm a mother, author and full-time writer. I have one book of poems fully published in different formats that can be found on Lulu, and 2 ongoing novels available for reading On KDP Vella. Plus, much more to come!
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