Transition times are in the mist
the days of deeds on the list
have an ebb and flow that you do know
won’t stand a stance
but even so
you still wait for a faithful chance
to light the candles to see the glow
the path is lit,
the birds Spring sing
and ‘the wait and see’
has begun to begin
and this old life is slipping away
unless a shift brings blessings in
and Soul Love breathes on an angels wing.
With a deep breath
you breathe it in…….
Sail away on a floating leaf,
let the emotions flow and heal your grief.
Let the little fish swim in the sandy waters,
the light is on where you belong.
(Written November 9, 2015 with Nigella Blue Love In The Mist)