Wildness is a necessity for me…

Wildness is a necessity for me…
I need always to search for wild beauty…
Yep, my life is an expedition…
To places where the water tastes a little piney.

This is where my ancestors gather…
Where “touch me nots” bloom orange and flowery…
Where fireflies glow in the dark…
And everything is mixed with a dab of silliness.

There is also this same wildness in you…

So, stop fixin’ and fussin’…
Sweep away the cobwebs from the devil’s loom…
Empty that half empty cup…
And let’s explore.

We’ll go to the bright sands of Coronado beach…
Take deep breaths of the season…
Read volumes that we long ago returned to the shelf…
And brush away civilization.

Are you with me or not?
I’m not pretending anything I write makes sense…
But doesn’t the idea of such a journey…
Make you feel young again?

I love you,

Annie

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