Stringing words together; leaving a legacy to show I've lived.
We move under each other's skies...we carry each other, the touch in us larger than ourselves...you do not pack so tightly and the stray fibres of who you are linger in my blood...you are here...the wind patterns from your fields tumble through me. And if we meet again... - Kristen Lang's 'We Meet Again'
My muse came to me late in life. He stayed but a short while yet his gift of writing continues.
2/8/15 Thank you Savaja for this poem....I love it....
For those of you not in the know
C Charge of
I am always going to be filled with
and, honestly, no small amount of
Very Most Courageous
distinct privilege to grow to know for
You chose the wondrous terror
over the senseless brutality
of a familiar cage
*BITCH excerpt from her poem entitled B-I-T-C-H
Written by Savaja