Sunday, April 30, 2023

Breathing For The First Time (Sunday Muse 257)


 

Somewhere deep in the soft woods

My fate is being articulated tonight

something spoken kindly draws me in

And my hopes grow in this fading light

The sweet tones tell me this is it

This time it is showing me my way

Waiting has past, the stars in place

Something honey-sweet is here to stay

The tide turned; the sounds smitten

And the magic enchants my eyes

And as the stream flows to the sea

It now carries those once lonely cries

So, as I look eastward, I smile

The warmth inside carries me away

And the hopes build stronger that

Tomorrow, tomorrow, will be my day

4 comments:

Helen said...

A gorgeous stream of consciousness from the heart and soul of this young lad ... no doubt tomorrow will be his day.

Angela said...

This is beautiful Scott, so much so I read it twice 💕

Truedessa said...

Beautifully written filled with light...

Carrie Van Horn said...

So hopeful and beautiful my friend. I love this Scott!