Tuesday, May 1, 2012


I want a basket to store these memories
To keep them close and safe and hidden
I would open it when I grow old
I want the roses in there too
To keep them smelling good
They fragile, let me wrap them in silk
And preserve them
Or, I could just let them go
And travel the world
Fly with the northern cold wind
Sit on the sand
Dance with the storm
Run with the kings
Hunt with the beasts
And soar high like a bird