I close my eyes. I turn my self, my eyes into me. I find the mist beside the pines. Under moonlight, near the trees a lake awaits. It waits for me. It’s still. It’s deep. It needs no shelter. I love to see the way it shines. I love the way no one sees me. No empty words, no shattered promises, no false touch echo through the hills. Only truth pouring pure as water shines in the silver sky light this night.
No one could enchant this magic or create this place. My feelings are free and my thoughts slide off me into the beauty of the mist beside the pines.
—me strauss Letting me be