In every word, I seek
the way back into forest,
the hand to hold
as I sing to the sky,
I wish,
I call,
I want much more
than mere words can tell,
I want your heart
to know my own
to find your sun
and lead me back
where we still caressed petals
and we played with the wind,
where I felt melody
soul settled,
no end to sunshine
loving trees
carried emotions
on each branch.
***
I loved you from your chaos,
I love you still
when dawn can settle,
soft as the snow
it rains with petals.
***
If I forgive the words you said,
if I go on,
stepping with sun,
I can still find my sunshine
with no clouds,
flowers still know of us
remember
soul melody
at sundown
hearts call each other
peaceful hope,
home is an island
no torment
and no tears.
***
Sky colors turned to amber
ready for moon dance
in a world
where love whispers to butterflies
sunrise still waits
in every corner of your heart.
***
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Beautiful
Very beautiful amy