…and there before me is the distant echo of eternity,
whispering through vines, skipping past branches
and I am lost in a hue of blue sky and soft white clouds.
My vulnerability on show, my wild streak at rest,
tamed amidst the gentle breeze of love. I am raw
and I am naked but the dress I wear and I am childlike,
the damsel, the rose and the finest petals…
and I am the purest crystal and the
finest china with a vintage glaze, cracked
and worn. But I am free here among the trees.
Karen Hayward ©2018