I fell inlove with Florida as I began to fall for you
A man who loved my music, who knew my God as his, who knew the earth and was seeking for more. A man who had seen hidden paths and engaged with those before him. A man who dreamed of my country.
How could I not begin to picture us barefoot in the Alps? Our feet resting upon the earth, your jeans raised, my skirt tattered and torn, smiling to our faces.
You’ve sailed & gone.
Your ocean the taste of another sea.
Whilst I, still have this feeling of beginning love when I awake in the early morning to the spanish most & moist air surrounding the magic and wonder of luscious Florida,
Barefoot in the earth as I ponder la petite amourette that just wore by, a memory in the heart of my affection for this land, now redeemed and turned over as I reclaim my connection to this land,
clear my heart & mind,
and recenter those bare feet from a dream in the alps with a man
to my own love.
To let it grow, to let it be lead.
In righteousness, truth & excitement,
peace & patience.
I look onto the sun & pray,
a smile on my face.