mees 46542796You were a breath

I had to release

Before I could

breathe again.

– Jen


Doe eyes peer out from the edge of the mist
bringing motion to the picturesque stillness
Where quaint chalets are snuggled
in deep Winter white
and streams fall into silence
Then you were gone
from sight, without sound
and I followed in search
On this train of thought
rolling over the pectoral hills
of your rugged terrain
before entering into a tunnel of slumber…
– Jen