retreat into your catacombs i await your emergence pacing to the beat of my inner drum, driven by all i have found, more that was lost; i test the terms of my patience and try to rest 6.5.17

the rendezvous approaches when we walk the tightrope between our hearts and our minds, desire and trepidation, with questions and longing until we let it all go and plunge in. 6.4.17

push myself until i stretch my muscles strong their soreness permeates, each one reminding me how much i am alive 6.3.17

the day begins while all is quiet inside children sleep drinking in the summer slumber 6.2.17 [Image Source]

like the river, i flow tranquil and calm skirting the turns, skimming the rocks in my path when the rain fills me up i flow fast, powerful, with a rage to progress but when the sun bears down, i wither, sometimes pause languishing in my discontent, until my thirst is quenched again 6.1.17