Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes the world comes to me in shapes and colors

I do not understand,

moving me in circles inside my heart

until I am left feeling lost and separated from the gift of love

bathed in pure sadness.
It is then I run into the forest to rest,

shed my weariness, and

listen to the "song of my breath."
Each spec of nature comes to me

bringing lost pieces of my soul

until at last;

wings are formed around the last hint of darkness inside of me

and it is carried away.
Her song has blended with my being

and our spirits roll in peace.

~Author Unknown