Goals



My gold,
is to be,
as the waves,
to give, and give, and give,
until I glisten,
to let go
of convention and conviction,
to be moved,
by the wind.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Wind Streaming

Can you still hear the wind,
long after it is gone,
can you hear the whistle,
in the trees,
and the smooth silence,
across ones ear,
the cool wash over your body.
The wind is always with you,
just waiting,
for you to hear it,
through the phone ringing,
the computer humming,
the people chatting,
the cars screeching,
can you still hear the wind,
it is meek and bold,
and it is waiting for you.

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