You think you’re lost,
floating, swept away
in some tidal wave,
and you want to be found
You keep looking
for adventure,
unaware that you
are the mystery,
a beautiful kind
of strange and unearthly,
a spirit child
with a butterfly soul
You believe you’re alone,
desperately searching
for a way of going home,
but love,
you weren’t meant
to stay in one place
Your mind was designed
to fly free
Breath of Words© 4/14/17
photo by Brooke Shaden