A Transformation

A vacant mind,

Open minded,

A vacuum in time,

But time goes by,

A state of transition,

In a cocoon,

Protected from the storms,

Hidden within,

Transforming silently,

Out of sight,

To return to society,

A beautiful sight.....

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,