Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Spencer Island

To escape the city heat
You come here.
To listen to the birds and their melodies
You come here.
To listen to the rush of the river
The leaves rustling against the wind
You come here.
To see the sun set over the horizon
Ushering the end of the day
You come here.
To greet the sound of silence
To ponder your hearts desire
You come here.
Yet, you, inside me
Beat ever faster.
Be still my heart
For you, to look for answers
I come here.

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