A thousand tender leaves
On branches drifting in the breeze
Their dance of intimate “surrender”
In a play of life’s splendor
A thousand whispers in a bird’s song
Whistling “your” symphony
Between each chirp there is “silence”
Their instinct is an insight
A mystical epiphany
A thousand lives in mayhem
A fish in deep blue sea
In search of a drop of water
The “tear drops” won’t her see
A thousand pages of stories past
On rose petals soaked in the mist
If a gypsy reads your fortune
Those rose petals reveal:
“There are spells you need to cast….
To cast the spells in light, for glory:
Rewrite your Ego’s story”
