The light that was once so bright Is hiding behind the night. The stars that danced Now stationary The moon Has looked the other way. Water falling from sad eyes. Lips forgetting how to smile. Arms with no one to embrace. A Heart slowing down its pace. Being lost and unfound Unsure of shaky ground. Standing alone, amongst the trees, Waiting for water to cover me. No warmth between these hills No direction to follow For one moment may I show sorrow? Mountains hiding an unknown tomorrow. Waiting to know what I have forgotten Hoping to see past the night Looking for solid ground. Asking anyone Find me.
The Coffee Camper is a 5x10 Teardrop camper that was turned into an espresso/coffee traveling cart. She is dressed and ready to go to camp grounds, events, and business's to serve hot, yummy, delicious beverages. There is also poetry sprinkled through out the blog.