20 may 2011 > 11 Strength/justice
Will you lead today with the voice of your intellect?
Will you listen to what your instincts say?
Do you have the courage to pull a thorn out of the lions paw?
Good morning World. Stretch.. yawn, sippy the coffee, yawn some more. Pet the little dog.
A light fog graces the land this morning.
A ghostly, gossamer damp fills the air
lays it’s mystery over the pines
settles soft on the grass
There is magic in the haze of it.
I’m sure of it.
I dream naked the feel of it
The light dance of it moist
on my flesh.
The flit of this sea all over me
Eyes closed, I fill my nose
with the ocean of it.
Let it’s ethereal waves
float in gasps through me
I am the fog that graces the land
I am a ghostly gossamer damp
I lay my mystery over the land
I settle soft in the vulnerability