Sometimes i wonder…
Is it the summer wind that brushes through my hair on an evening walk?
The misty fog that blankets a cool evening?
The full moon that shimmers upon the untamed forests?
The ticklish laughter of a little child?
or is it the unchained melody of my soul reaching out to the ends of the earth, connecting to the very stars of the heavens ?
For when i dip this brush onto the canvas
I open up paradise
I am a newborn…
(c)2005 Natasha Wescoat
Filed under: reflection | Tagged: natasha wescoat, poems
