as i lay
in fields of hay
the only known
were the clouds
friending me
with possibility;
on the horizon
i never ventured
beyond the blades
walls of dew
constructed to cradle
a fragile soul’s thirst.
Poetry childhood dreamscapes forgiveness hope mental well-being peace this writing life
Happy new year
May the year 2018 bless you. J🧡
To you as well