Annabelle

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

1:11am

“Annabelle”

Her name came soft and sweet

Like a warm day filled with sunshine

Washed linen

Drying in its heat

Movement is slowed down

Sounds are only a tranquil song playing

Switching scenes to surroundings

Wheat grows tall

Flowers, bright

The wind blows, as

My hand caress the tall grass

Smile on my face

Eyes closed

The dance is so sweet

The wind mixes with my being

It moves as freely as my soul feels

Together, intertwining

Mingling with each other, in such

A loving way

As if to say,

“It’s okay, let go”

Spinning gently into Mother Natures

Tunes of delight, weightless, intriguing energy-

I am one with her

She appears to me

At moments as these, in my dreams, that

Sometimes even turn sour

Into nightmares

Nightmares that I’ll never share

For fear of birthing the nerve

Into the air

Back to black

The simplicity of black and white

That she colors into bursting colors

Vibrant enough to cause my eyes to close

And so, I dance with the wind

It lifts my arms

My eyes closed

Smile still exposed

The music is slowed

And the feeling it beautiful

Annabelle