When life starts closing off my air
So breathing feels it comes in gasps
I close my eyes and then recall
A photo seen on forgotten wall
Of sky and trees and grass
A lovely path of whitewashed stones
Leads through the grass
Towards distant trees
So lush the flowers all around
The richness of the damp dark ground
Seem answers to my harried pleas
Would that I could travel there
To walk the clean and lovely stones
Smell the flowers, grass and earth
Take the time to breathe the air
Time my own to be alone
No comments:
Post a Comment