Your love lays a path

Your love lays a path
Across the sea;
Flat rocks to ease the journey.
After a couple of miles I forget the sea
And start looking at the sky,
Mapping constellations
In the blinding landless dark.

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Autumn nights and quiet woods

Autumn nights and quiet woods,
Mirroring lakes without ripples,
No screams of pain or skid marks
From a life in full retreat.
Only heartbeats, echoing contentedly
Like a retired summer breeze
Inspiring flight in natureโ€™s red wings.

Growing a unique self

When you are a child you are a garden filled with wildflowers, weeds and roses, and you are too busy playing in that garden to really notice the difference. When you are a teenager you start to pay attention to individual flowers and weeds, not being able to pick a favorite you admire a different flower every day, some times a delicate rose, other times a thorny weed. When you are an adult you have picked your favorites and you start to weed the garden, shaping it into something so individualisticly beautiful it is beyond comparison to anything else. You have become a unique garden filled with wildflowers, weeds and exotic blooms alike, making up your beautiful one-of-a-kind self.