I thought today, perhaps a little too much
About us, life, love, destiny, and such.
My heart thirsts like a sun-baked flower,
Waiting for a soft summer shower.
Its hidden glory waits limply for the rain,
Believing that it might bloom again.
To be denied this life-giving substance,
Threatens my very existence.
My soul is restless; I think I know why,
Like a captive bird, it yearns to fly.
If somehow I could open this prison door,
I soon would learn how to soar.
And, after crossing my own storm-tossed-sea,
I’d come back, to take you soaring with me.
Yes, I thought today, perhaps a little too much.
About us, life, love, destiny, and such.
By: Tammie L. Lawson
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