Much Needed Rest

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Take me to your island

Where I can bask in the sweet sun

Swing in the night breeze

And frolic until my work is done

Just breath easy

No expectation for the anticipation

Of conversation

In truth, I want to rest

Experience joy, peace and happiness

No hurt in my voice

No ache in my chest

An end to the shakiness of breath

Where is the curve in the rainbow

Does it wait for me?

In the midst of this craziness

Can a misunderstood soul

Discover the bedrock of tranquility?

Sleep anxious body

Lay down your nervous flesh

You’ve held on long enough

Too tired to be emotional

Too emotional to be tough

So take me to your island

Where I can bask in the sweet sun

Swing in the night breeze

And frolic until my work is done

Twist and turn on a path outlined by cleared foliage

It leads through the bush

To a shoreline that sore soles need

Play in the warm sand

Drip excited toes in refreshing water

Afterward laugh and smile

Forget my troubles for a little while

This is my day to be free

Live with comfort

Wind down with ease

The ebb and flow of palm trees is a sight to behold

They gave pause to a worried mind

And silence to a complex feeling

Their leaves shift from side to side

Yet the bark stands tall

Love always, Esha

Carefully Made Home Part 2

 

Photo by Waylin 

Build your home on a solid foundation

One that surpasses shaky, uneven sand 

Because a dwelling fixed on stable ground 

Is made to stand

So when the wind blows, the rain falls

Impeding flood waters come 

And the sparse earth trembles 

Your walls will endure 

When the march of uncertainty comes like a storm 

You can sit in your house fortified by good bones 

After spending a lifetime paying it off 

It's something that your children will own 

They will sit in your old rocking chair

 And get teary eyed and stare off into the distance

Remembering their adolescence in that home 

Something created on solid soil 

Based in treasured memories 

Love always, Esha 

Cautious

Be cautious, high voltage.

Maybe rude

Maybe kind

Snap off without notice

Then act like everything’s fine

Sincere eyes tucked behind a wise grin

Never know if you’ll see them again

They’re rare like hitting the lottery

Fickled like catching the wind

Stepping out every so often

To feel the sand in-between loose toes

To laugh at past mistakes

To blow kisses out the car window

But they disappear with the arrival of snow

When the birds return

Love blooms with the scents of spring

And their ambitions soar on feathered wings

But until then be cautious

Love always, Esha