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.