You cannot reach Me Still
When the music
Of the breeze dances in air
It’s swish and sway flitting the gloom
When the magic of leaves
Singing their boast
Carry soul to lofty skies
When trail
of foot upon dusty crunch
makes way for skipping steps
For I am elsewhere
Nowhere
yet, am being
however, unseen.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, October 19, 2017.
Image: Whispering Wave by P.A. Moore.
Love that line “I am elsewhere nowhere” 🙂
That is life sometimes, is it not? Thanks.
Oh this is a beauty. It speaks to me so much! I will be reading this one over and over for a while
That means so much. Thank you.