Thursday, April 2, 2015

Flowing uphill

This sadness is haunting you my love, clinging even to your hair.
Straighten yourself from the unnatural mind. Take hold of the hands I have for you.  Those others only drag you further. Even lion cubs grown, play at times.  Be free of these questions dear one. You have curled your thoughts and spiraled your vision. Relax, repose is with in reach...but back a few steps.  

Your catapult awaits.