Our Path

“Come now
my
love,”

~

you
softly
say;

~

I
close
my eyes;

~

I
slip
away.

~

“Walk
swift,
our path,”

~

your
whisper
pleads;

~

I
find
my
breath

~

concede
my
need.

~

You
mark
the  trails

~

with
pines
of
gold;

~

You
guide
my
steps

~

whilst
truths
unfold;

~

Beneath
our
tree

~

I wait
for
you,

~

unearthing
dreams

~

we
never
knew.

~

©Robyn Lee

April 20, 2013 | Categories: Nature, Philosophy, Romance, Spiritual, Spring 2013 | Tags: choices, divine, dreams, forest, guide, healing, instinct, Love, mystery, nature, path, photography, poetry, Robyn Lee, soul, spirit, surreal, trails, truth, unknown | 91 Comments