There is a road we choose to take
There are several before us
The one we choose becomes our fate
The others we could have meandered
You may say hello.
I promise, I won’t bite.
And your company is appreciated.
I’m so glad, that you stopped by.
Now, grab that chair, over there.
And, bring the rocker closer.
With our legs tucked up under us,
We shall reflect distant moments.
Perhaps, we’ll laugh and cry, side by side,
In an ambience of endearing affections,
Then ~ surround ourselves in amber introspections
Conquering the world that’s up in arms
Reciting our poems in peaceful harmony
Because veracities are written in poetry
When speaking our prose in verse,
And, using our bold or whispering theatrical voices.
We’ll drink a cup of Sarsaparilla Tea in china cups
And taste wines in a silver goblets.
The fire will be blazing in the winter
And the stars we’ll observe by summer,
We are drawn to imaginative journaling
Although, probably absurd, to others
But we don’t care ~ ♥
So, thank you for visiting.
I’m thrilled that you’ve ventured here.
And, I hope you will stay awhile and finish up your beer.
Cold, cold, cold the morning; cold.
Coffee warms my hands.
Unraveling memories; seeming dull
Still night dreams, do unfold.
Low clouds covered the forest
Eyes that see not before us.
But, follow the pale path
Neath the weary feet.
See it! There! Underneath!
Wet leaves covered the way.
Then look closely if you may.
Sprinkled sparkling faerie dust
Shimmers neath the leaves.
And, if you follow the shining lights
Those sights shall take the lead.
Following the strath of twigs and weeds …
Growing near the path
The wetness of the leafy stuff
Still bares the night time mask…
Here, there, turns and twists
Mark a path which won’t resist.
All night long seeking an end.
Running, skipping and stumbling on shin.
Searched, knocked, and sought
Only not to find
Any faerie myths…
Oh, how my heart…
I tired of your game,
Running your path night long.
Then decided I,
Best to wander home.
And, vaguely remembering sanity
Since safety departed me,
Calling from the woods
It growled ferociously.
Sad and disturbed
Missed you again!
And, lowering my face,
Bares a fools return.
Hey, Look yonder!!!
There! My Mims!
To be greeted by their love!
The open arms of my kin.
My family who loves me dearly,
And they who prayed me home
Even despite myself. ,
Even despite myself.
Thank you for visiting and please come again.