At repose, I am deep in thought
Staring up at the Skies
Seeing nothing
But the Stars
Living their moments in full
The days pass in a blur
Years flying as the birds
Flapping away
Into the distant winds
Getting lost amidst the tangled mass
It is never for long enough
Each day a step further down
The steep narrow aisle
Once planted in the fields
Is a seed of a kind
Now it grows and returns
A lasting fruit
That will glow in each memory
A seed of a kind
Never lost amidst the tangled mass
Our fragrances as we pass by
Stands out in the stark dark
The only seed of a kind
To spread over this place
Is the treasure of a human touch
All musings are mine.
I am and thank you for stopping by my neighbourhood.