mountain rain

monitoring the clouds that chase me

only two or three weeks left in my mind

unless I can find my four leaf clover

nominal moist as the ground can truly get

taking a breath as slowly as my mind can stand it

across the curve of a rock so pure

isn’t the first time I have suffered and wont be the last

normal is not a way I have ever desired to live

really eating up each moment of meditation

and readying myself for the travel of a lifetime

intense in my focus to see you as it should be

nocturnal reuniting with you in tranquility

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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