Laying on my back I looked up for a moment
If only I could be
That star so far away in the distant sky
Peacefully shining on its own and quietly offering light
Enjoying the safety of a simple existence in the middle of the night
~Alisa Hutton
Laying on my back I looked up for a moment
If only I could be
That star so far away in the distant sky
Peacefully shining on its own and quietly offering light
Enjoying the safety of a simple existence in the middle of the night
~Alisa Hutton
Longing for placid waters that lap the sound of what my heart has spoken
Sitting on my beach I trust in my warmth
Just as where the river meets the ocean
Strong currents and individual temperatures must navigate alone as they try to merge whole
All part of nature, no persons place to judge or control
Where is the line between who we were and who we are?
Is it ever a line or rather a continuum, an evolution of sorts?
A weaving of a contextual story that perhaps only I should know?
Observers with opinion can consume needed breath, interfering with flow
Yesterday I retreated to an old shore
Only to be reminded
I don’t live there anymore
~Alisa Hutton
She is the moon
Evolving
Shape and shadow
Polarities
Light and glimmer
Slivers and then whole
Ask the ocean, she knows of her magnificence and incredible pull
Tonight she reflected a beautiful strawberry shine
Her heart true
She is the moon
I knew to look up
Soaking in the nature of her alluring glow
Breathing her in
She is part of my soul
~Alisa Hutton
A wrinkle on my soul
There is no pressing it new to adorn even lines and flat conformity
I cannot, will not, have it streamed and hung to appear as when it was born
Creased in time and life, words and love that have ripped and bloomed remind me all that has been torn can also be sewn
A wrinkle on my soul
I once tried to wear new clothes and hide my less than perfect form
I cannot, will not, wear the dress society has made the norm
Creased in time and life, my lines are here to remind me what you and I feel is our style, unique our own
A wrinkle on my soul
Dress it with pride knowing it is the reflection
Of a life
Honestly worn
~Alisa Hutton