Flowers moving, minutes passing,
Rain is falling, drip upon drip;
Grass is growing under my feet,
But I’m still alive, with memories,
Today is still, nothing moves til I move,
Jumping, exploding joy upon us, gladness beckons;
Looking for a beautiful day: wishes spreading,
Wide, wide world, crossing bridges, under tunnels and lakes;
Lightning, volcanoes, hurricanes,
Thoughts that travel far away;
Music playing in my heart,
Minding matters, taking my time,
Not important, no never mind;
All’s important, signals flashing,
Stories smashing, flowing along,
All for me, all for you, making it possible,
Just to live, got to make it;
Got to stay, in the world,
Magically making dreams come true,
Working, believing it will come through;
All I have wanted my life to be,
Day after glorious day,
Ocean waves, soft clouds floating,
Soft water, ferns, coral reef’s; translucent lights,
Reflecting the moon; and one little fish;
Flowers, stillness, wishes stay;
Worlds of time, thoughts flashing, little fish;
I think was me; water flowing rain and dew;
Sea-lites, bright nights;
Fountains ever flowing, for me.
Dec. 19, 1997
- Silver Shadows
A poem about the opportunities to visit the past and the future.. open doors and returning to your roots. One finds that something that slipped away has now returned and offers you a new chance of joy.
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