Shedding Old Skin

He collects some water from the stream,
Then watches all his discarded dreams,
Flow with the current to the wide open seas,
Where they could sink deeper than the roots of trees,
But instead stay afloat above the lost parts of others,
Whilst he hesitates and begins to ponder,
And sees under the canopy of forest and vines,
That he can no longer ignore all the signs,
A stirring from deep in his spirit,
Is a bright shining strength full of wonder and merit,
Like a snake refreshed from shedding old skin,
Feeling light and clear he raises his chin,
His discarded dreams will now dissolve,
As new ones form and his vision evolves.

This Energy

Could I go outdoors
And let myself fall into
The breeze and the earth
Would they catch me would I surf
This wonderful energy

Water Baby

Tumble, Roll, Crash, Sweep,

Your ocean waters run far and deep,

Seep into my gashes,

With your smooth and salty slashes,

Heal, Seal, all my wounds,

From your cool brush at last I bloom,

My feet are falling to your floor,

My arms slithering to your depths,

The dark sky breaks into rain,

The drops slide from my mouth to brain,

I roll into your moving body,

Together we are one,

It is as if a spell has been undone,

My vision seems so much clearer,

My ears far more alert,

Here I lie a thousand nights,

Yet morning comes with it my plight,

My body is on your shore,

My hair is splayed through the sand,

There is seaweed wrapped around my hand,

The spell has been cast again.

by Zara Adcock