Caravan Girl

A girl of nomadic habit,
Through & through the sands of life-
Trudge on.

She is olive toned, born of the sun.
      Her trust is hard to be won.
She owns only what she knows.
      Her courage only strengthens as she grows.
She thrives on adventure.
      Her passion can endure.
She dresses in truth.
      Her journey is to ever search for proof. 
She speaks from her soul.
      Her heart will beat as half, 'til it beats with an other as whole.

Paths web & branch ahead.
Where travelers sleep can make for a weary bed.
      Alas, a sojourn shared makes for unbreakable bonds.
      Remaining yet to be discovered is the other half
      Worthy of the cause.
Feet have followed where dreams have led.
Triumph now stands where fear has fled.

Like crows to carrion,
Reminding of mortality- time
Tells all.

c.marie

Sink or Swim

Everything worth knowing leaves bruises... and I want to hit you.
Hard. Like the setting sun hits the water.
I want to sink deeply into the tides that would turn marvelously in a life we could share.
I want to undulate beneath your skin, so that you may feel me, always.
Swim with me.

For now, I'll accept my place as the skipped stone that so precisely skims over your surface.
For even so, you reveal more to me than to any other that comes in contact with you-
or at least, who they think you are.
But in my slight touches; in between the ripples I create in your pool of thought,
I've seen your depths.

Indigoblursintoblack. Like one color. The mass of your soul has the power to devour with its density.
Welcome me. Swallow me. I want the chance to discover-

will I float in your ocean, or drop to the bottom?

Either way, I want the chance.
Before you swim, you've got to be okay to sink.

c.marie