Taunting Waters

You challenged me with your mist.

Along your path, you hissed.

A roar, a flow, a gravitating blow, there was no release to your taunting.

Right by you, I walked.

I could smell you, without an effort or a thought.

As you reached my toes, you bellowed out more of your rough talk.

The thought of following you out, amongst your depths, is still a thought, a very daunting thought that is quite haunting.

-M.

The Flow

As it flows,

Life begins to find a rhythm.

Just as time passes,

Life breezes by.

There are short spurts in which we exist,

Never really seeing it all put together until a while later.

Time is precious.

Life is, too.

As time flows,

Life begins to make sense.

-M.

Happy Birthday Son

Peace

Just Be

Take a Break

Lifetime Gift

You are Loved

Experience More

Adventure Awaits