A Meadow

A meadow

Where it is wide with space

like jepetto 

carving out a way

A riverbed

A place where my thoughts can lay

A place where they can play

Water begins to move

In its hard pursuit

And growing (going)…faster than you

And Im listening

To whats begun

Imagining what is wild

and what to do with the fire

Love is a thorn and a light that burns bright

A hope that is evergreen 

that holds on through the night

and sometimes the night is …fucking long.

And then a decision comes along

and you have to decide  

On it goes 

And on we glide.

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