Lied down amongst the oaks turning the next page.
Weathered trees slowly dancing to the wind of all age.
Her skin delicate sun kissed and inviting lips east to west
I slip into an observer watching her right lip seal in a curling west.
Letting go is beginning to end my withheld sigh and I lay my eyes to rest.
Watching the waves lower tides in my mind.
She gestures her hand forward pleading with a wind.
No longer confined to be around me.
Another desire to float free.
Wondering in the dreams of a morrow.
Letting it distill away the sorrow.
I sought counsel and left with the idea it would be ease.
I find dissonance every page I turn .
These feelings I’ve lost and returned to the seas.
Cutting the last of my raft made of trees.