where my wild heart lies

and you will always
find me
and wanting
that beautiful place-
where my
wild heart lies

there are gentle echoes of debussy

a warm breeze that cushions my feet

and a bright sky that illuminates with such veracity

I am unable to see past the light

but I am not afraid

I am running


a fairy-like creature made of light

in the forest of gentle souls

this place,

this place

is magic!

Featured Image: Inge Bovens