Choices

A handful of straws,

The short straw pulled,

The toss of a coin, 

Tails called,

Heads it is,

Three of a kind,

A Royal Flush shown,

The pot has gone,

Sometimes that is the way it is,

Roulette with a one chip bet,

Testing an individuals strength of what is left,

Dancing to a Singing String

Dancing to the singing strings,

Strings played upon a heart,

A girl dancing in the dark,

For  the visions and dreams played upon the screen,

Hidden behind the curtains of the windows to the mind,

As a cherub plays with the bow,

Striking the strings very slow,

With a melody only one other will hear,

That special one with that loving ear......

Hunting a Dream

Hunting a dream within the sleep,

Hunting that dream within the dream,

Searching high and low,

Nowhere else to go,

But deeper in the sleep,

For a dream that is hidden within the dream,

Cannot be seen,

Is this just the dream?

SWIRLS

A Harbouring Heart

A harbouring heart,

Protected from the storms,

A heart that had sailed the seven seas,

Battered and bruised,

Repaired and mended,

Ready to sail again..

The Saturday

To sit for a while and watch the world go by,

Sat on a bench watching the tide rise,

People watched the day through,

As they walked on by,

Dogs running having fun,

Chasing a ball that had been thrown,

Children playing in the sand,

Those that were brave swam,

Lovers walked hand in hand,

Sat on a day called SATURDAY.............

The Rose Garden

A rose grew in the garden I knew,

Against the wall that was bare before,

Rambling away in different ways,

Over the years it grew,

Displaying the colours in a natural way,

Filling the air with a perfumed scent,

Memories from the chairs,

In that rose garden I shared,

Dancing in the Rain

Dancing in the rain,

Playing a game,

Jumping in the puddles,

Getting wet again,

A grown man acting young,

At an age but still having fun,

The blue days and the dark nights,

Are yesteryears, 

Just having fun with the wellington's on,

Counting the rain drops as they drop,