Amalie@kua

Child, your future is best left unspoiled, so I may be too vague, or not vague enough. Don’t be afraid of  the contents within this letter . . .

Why not?

A giant stares down to sea –

Earth

in its entirety. 

Until the rising waves

make crests like mountains,

move like mountains, 

I await you in the open grass.

The rolling plains roam my mind.

Dark-swept winds claw the horizon,

Damp with the promises you left unanswered.

Meet me at the River’s End

where waters slow and sink

where bank gives way to the bottomless depths

below the siren’s screams

Meet me in the Mountain Shade

My oldest friend,

so old and almost forgotten, golden memories like her gleaming leaves disconnecting, dying, decaying in the brown of the brush below.