Arts
This podcast is best enjoyed with a cup of tea and today's tea is white tea with RaspberryFlower Lady the poem for Brianna lime leaves and sunshine flowers darling would you count the hours lady laughter warm sand color a firecracker reading energy or smile pink like rose of friendship Daydreamer light Beamer never a moment of dull or gray she takes the rain clouds paint them blue with Sky Ray's she sings the song The Birds hum along she takes the words on the page reads life into each so strong graceful nothing out of her reach no one's like her no one can compare so modest so unaware of just how amazing she is any day by her side is a day of Adventure she is Joy at the center she's a memory you want on endless replay She lays down on the field of grass e greens the world knows now what beauty means her, flowing are Brown waves around her face hair blowing in the wind with such Grace carmelize filled with such love and passion one feels mezmorized by everything she sets her mind to you don't know what next she'll do oh flower lady Sky fairy laughter dreamer won't you stay awhile and sit with me. Nostalgia mirage A poem for Miguel The sky isn't clear the spitting rain escaping the lips of clouds, tumbles into open lakes, snapshot memories of sunny day, bright nights, those starry Eve's, a friend like a tree still there despite the ever changing weather, roots buried in the ground like days past not dug up till change becomes inevitable. There is jar of moments, of better hours spilling out of the top, pouring over the sides, leaving it's mark on time, remember when things were simple, where someone else's hand held onto yours and kept it warm in the cold, it all used be easy you swear, the remarkable self tries to recall everything that once was begs to go back there, but your feet keep moving in the opposite direction you are dragged on by the wind, where did it all go? with love to a temporary friend That after 379 pages came to an end inked and wild transporting to the world of the mind of a child pages folded to mark our favorite spots little notes in the corners fade into dots each chapter a memory for a book is a friend that's only temporary its smooth soft cover or hard one like no other as the book was read a rush was felt pulse wasn't steady and our hearts began to melt so much to offer in this book things we didn't expect at out first look the adventure and places we saw the maps and animals we later draw inspired to read more for just one book opens doors here's to everyday spent together i wont forget a single letter it was a great time You will always be a forever friend of mine thank you temporary friend for 379 pages till the very endFor lo The moon cast its shadow upon the night the stars lit the way home to what I loved had left my mind forgetful was I. I felt the trees tangle around my ankles, pull me in and become one with them. I felt a leaving then a longing. Suddenly I was not the being I was minutes ago in the woods, and nature had stole my soul ever so slightly and I longed to have it returned. But it feeds upon the earth and leave me baren. The walk to where I was going and planning to go no longer felt important. I was no more. As I approached the door I discovered I could not open it. I was like the wind just a breeze. I was a shell on a shore. I, a hollow opening wishing to be filled. But I could not fill it. For my soul flew among the birds and took to the sky. Sinking into the mud and river, I was alone, yet I did not feel lonely, because the world around me was so alive with evening voices. This gave me a sort of reason to go on. And so I did, with out a soul, with out a body, with out a heart, with out a form, I grew my branches, and stemmed out my roots. I became one with what was around me, and I loved it. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app