Poetry – Page 2 – Art Therapy with Kimberly

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.

Slip off your shoes,
and set them by the door.

Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

I heard your voice in the wind today
and I turned to see your face;
The warmth of the wind caressed me
as I stood silently in place.

You better slow down, don’t dance so fast,
time is short, the music won’t last.

I can hear the ringing in my ears, the wind in my hair and his warm hazel eyes on me. It feels like a dream.

Your birthday brings back memories of laughter and of tears,

I forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one.
I see you, tender even on your hardest days.