Morning Musing

february 17, 2020

morning Musings

Where does the sky start?

Where the highest mountain ends

Or where the bird takes flight

Look up, look down and find it all around

Even where the tiniest creatures find breath

Which is surely on the ground.

 

Where do our dreams live?

Reach for the sky, reach for the stars.

It’s all out of reach until 

we remember rays of sun 

are surely made of stardust

A moment devoted to magic found

 

Where does love go when it is lost?

It must have ran away if I feel this empty

Often I see love in letters

But miss it in the air around me

A beautiful confusion in a world

Where the sky starts at the ground.

xoxo, L

a photo series with BLT