Interrupting the melancholy of absence
I dreamed we were sitting
In the backseat of a Mayan taxi
Cobblestone drifting below
Red, orange, and pink patterns
Fluttering strands
Between us and the sun
I couldn’t help myself
Blissed by presence
I stroked your foot with mine
Cuddled my face into your neck
You said, “I am a pool of water”
And I knew exactly what you meant
Published by Chelsea Lynn
I am inspired by nature's wisdom and the ordinary miracles that surround us. I believe nature is always communicating to those who will listen, and all people have the ability to tune in and listen. Much of my writing and poetry comes out of the philosophy that the divine inhabits all. My goal as a writer is to empty myself and translate the words and messages I receive to the best of my ability.
The most glamorous thing you can do is live the life your heart designs.
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