Travel with me.
Our lives are winding down like the roads on which we'll drive.
So in those last years lets challenge what we can.
See things we have not seen.
Open our eyes wider than this wrinkled, papered skin will allow.
Travel with me.
Across this star spangled country we'll see many things.
We'll sit atop a hill and gaze out onto a field stretching wider than imagined.
Our lives will stretch wider than imagined.
Travel with me.
Our hearts will beat as one like the pulsing of the engine below our bodies.
We'll see life sprout from the ground
While watching our own lives sprout like never before.
Travel with me.
I'll whisper I love you
As we watch a golden sunset say goodbye to the only world it knows.
And as it falls beneath the hills,
Your eyes mirror the glowing orb and in the last light of day
I'll whisper goodbye to the only world that I ever knew.
Travel your last travels with me.
Long Lost Journal
A journal i found after three years of sitting in the woods.
About Me
- Ariel Whalen
- I'm an artist, a writer, a film maker, an actor, a singer, a daughter, a sister, a lover, a coffee drinker, a food lover, a cultured being, a wisher, a hoper, a pianist, a composer, a videot, and now a blogger.
The Gully in Fall
The gully that i used to play in as a child.
Prick your Finger....
Thorns in the woods.
She Still Comes To Visit
In the mount pleasant graveyard.
No comments:
Post a Comment