Little Baby Doll Wake Up
As she sat down a touch of grace fell upon her.
Her shiny star lit up again.
She was happy and calm.
She finally trusted herself.
She knew she wasn’t alone.
She was never alone.
Her beloved friends were always with her,
For good and bad, when happy and sad.
Forever and ever by her side.
When she wakes up she can smell them,
happy and fresh.
Their skin touching hers.
Cold and soft, they warm up her heart.
Fire burns in her tiny chest.
The flame never extinguished but sometimes smoldering.
Around her fire she can see them dance.
Holding hands. Together.
Holy and serious, yet happy and free.
How can that be?
Great site. Thanks so much for stopping by mine.
I love to journey too! I’ve been doing it for many years now! Very cool