Lonely footsteps echo behind
silenced by the falling snow.
While the circle continues
joy and misery engulfs you .
As the wind says stay…
or go .
sleeping the song of solace
in the seduction of the highway.
Some pain you don’t come back from .
It steals your breath
and binds your heart.
As the magic fades
There is a treasures hidden
in a lifelong friend that’s lost .
She seeks refuge
in her box of paints
As her children weep
and the walls lean in .
The years have made her strong
or hard .
Echoes of her youth
excite her .
Through it all
as the colors of life change .
She pulls beauty from her brush
and her poetry is .
An intrinsic blue shirt
of many hues
and deeply Devine hair
awaiting the wisps to come .
In the clearest vision
from an ordinary day .
Her little children laugh
a furry dog barks
the tea kettle whistles
a gentle breeze blows .
Thankful for bravery
to be safe in the thunder.
Collect your tolls .
The debt has been paid .
Let peace sear your soul .
It is not forbidden .
You have turned on the light
in a darkened room .