Slowly dies on the vine..

This wait is so shady,

Dark particles of madness.

Danger wraps me and

Torments my lungs.

Sweet breath of everything,

Without this temple

My heart collapses.

Drumming it’s burning melody.

Slowly it is dying on the vine,

Waking me in bursts of agony.

Tell me you need me,

Tell me you love me.

I sadly realized,

I cannot do anything,

Unless I begin…..again.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“I looked around my garden of dazzling snowdrops blooming so pure and white and I shuddered..it made me take measure of myself. I continue to open my eyes to the lessons of the moment and the joys of nature and connection”….Es-tee