#13 healing poetry; I bought Jasmine when I heard that you had died

If I arise tomorrow, And forget that your soul Left this place, a long time ago, Would the wind stop beating at windows? They are streaked with rain and pollen clusters, fidgeting bugs and dusty frames, I don’t think I have a picture of us. If I arose tomorrow, If the sunlight lifted in particles,Continue reading “#13 healing poetry; I bought Jasmine when I heard that you had died”

#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. IContinue reading “#10 healing poetry; Freedom Washing”