What whispers do you hear in the wind?
\nWhen your mind withers and you are just a bag of meat.
\nAn object of lust for envied eyes.
\nOr a welcome companion to a loved one.<\/p>\n
Horses canter through the field.
\nPlayful nights and days in the elements.
\nCold in the outside setting sun.
\nMoving brings health and warmth to those who come.<\/p>\n
Such a lovely place.
\nOn a hill with trees, bracken and heather.
\nLone cow wanders.
\nSuch solitude is healing.<\/p>\n
Shared adventures postponed.
\nLives split and shared more thin.
\nA calloused finger runs down my chest.
\nI don’t recognise this touch.<\/p>\n
What is darkness to those lost in the wilderness.
\nA habitable home full of comfort and hope.
\nWe survive here.
\nA solace of familiar weather.<\/p>\n
Home at last.<\/p>\n
*Until we all inevitably die, alone, suffering in the tremendous agony of what feels like an wasted eternity.<\/p>\n
*Added for a friend who prefers a sad ending.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What whispers do you hear in the wind? When your mind withers and you are just a bag of meat. An object of lust for envied eyes. Or a welcome companion to a loved one. Horses canter through the field. Playful nights and days in the elements. Cold in the outside setting sun. Moving brings … Continue reading A lovely, fluffy, fuzzy dream<\/span>