Sitting beside myself
My skin is getting old where it has weathered against the world
Yet, I sit comfortable with my soul at my side
Watching the past
From the view on my hill
Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I laugh
With the tides
Exposing jagged truths and embarrassing reality.
Still, the gentle Wind forgives
Sweeping in from the Great Sea
Blanketing the animals and the land
Smoothing the edges
Layering the heart like a pearl
Preparing to illuminate the spirit protected within.
Copyright © jonas jones | Year Posted 2017
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