Tuesday, December 8, 2015

of dreams, a poem

little goats
and chickens

vegetable garden with tomatoes and zucchini
cucumber and beans
pumpkins, large and ripe

wait for me
i’m not ready yet

big old house
with an extra large kitchen
for making memories
and pie

wait for me

the acres of trees
and the hidden alcove of solitude
the golden leaves
with the sweet smell of rot

cozy nook
an overstuffed chair and novel
the smell of old paper and ink

wait for me

i can see you
in my mind
in my heart
i know you’re out there
my haven

please wait for me

i can’t see the path
that leads to you
but i’m searching
along the way
i plan to find myself as well

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