poetry – Page 2 – Noellie's Place

White hair & Weak hands

Scared and unsure is a look I’ve never seen on him before

the flutter of your butterfly kisses

A ballet of silhouettes endlessly dance above

Dreams are beckoned and set free

Infection and contagion are their life mission

Music plays but I do not hear

Rhythms of the road softly lull

Talk fades into the distance

How blessed am I
To be taught how to hate
but to choose compassion

We all need something to reboot our minds and souls, mine happens to be water surrounded by nothing but nature and color

Youthful souls emerge

My heart does not agree

It breaks at what has been shown

Smoke rolls from Embers

into the light