#10 healing poetry; Freedom Washing

I wash down my face,

Under cloud-cover and rain.

I wonder, what it would be like,

If I were the type of person

To forest bathe, at night.

I think about the lullabies,

You sang,

Always to the sky.

I thought they were for me,

But they were a melody,

For your wishes, instead.

I wash down my face,

Under cloud-cover and rain,

And think about the moments,

That changed us.

I think about the moments that changed us.

I wonder, are we singing lullabies to the sky today, to wash our faces away (those that are really masks, after all) and dance in cloud-covered rain, that somehow let our souls break free in among the trees that once…we played in?

What melody would carry your wish to me or mine to yours? Then, would we see what patterns the sky makes as we sing lullabies to the rain, and move our lips under cloud-cover, so the words can hover in the atmosphere…for just a moment longer?

I wash down my face,

Under cloud-cover and rain.

And I wish that you could hear me,

With my mouth full of bubbles,

As I say your name, as we become,

Free.

Published by LughLana

Hey there. My name is Ash. Whenever I feel lost or confused, I write. This blog is a project in releasing the poetry I would have kept locked up inside, otherwise. It's pronounced 'LOU-lah-NA.' Enjoy your visit!

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