Across The Water
Photo Credit: Yoann Boyer
If I’m being honest
my heart can not survive
not seeing the green Irish hills
every fine hair on my head flying in the wind
thrown back, singing spells from
unearthed ancient songs
across the water.
my body wears these truths
because words won’t wrap themselves around my story
lying beside the one my heart loves
hot coals in his hands
waiting to touch my lips
to light the fire within me.
if your soul has traveled
over unforgivable places
remember
the things you dream about
are right at your feet
hoping not to be stepped on
waiting to been seen.
