My Senses
Slowly walking,
Pace by pace.
Mind easing down,
As I stand at the ledge.
The wind playing with my hair,
Taunting my ways.
Looking over,
To see the jagged mountains line up,
At the edge of the world.
As the bleak, dark thick skies cover the world.
Leaving a coat over our heads,
That send rain to nurture the plants,
That stand out of the ground.
Breathing heavily,
Taking a step back.
Watching as the clouds cover the night sky,
Like white-out on a paper.
Watching as water sneaks down the creases of the over-grown hills.
Looking up,
Reaching for the sky.
Take me where it's safe,
Take me where there shall be no harm done.
Intentionally turning around,
Waiting.
As the wind hushes the surroundings,
And whispers me such an answer.
Waking me to my senses.
Copyright © Matt Daniels | Year Posted 2011
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