Magical Memories
Lovely little memories,
floating through my mind.
Sparkling bits of laughter,
Little drops of sadness,
rainbows full of joy.
Sweetly perfumed memories,
like violets in the grass,
a firefly out of nowhere,
leads me through the past.
Shooting stars are fleeting,
like loved ones long ago.
But they are magical memories,
because we make them so.
Tracing Thoughts
Skywriting my thought’s in
the sky,
I think, your thought’s,
you retrieve mine from power’s on high,
Not a word is spoken but energy
given and energy received.
Million’s of pure thought’s
count as one cosmic prayer,
You spoke, as if you heard
the unspoken,
I answered and sacred energy
flowed between,
Tracing thought’s
So much yet to be seen.
The Fairy Circle
Standing in the fairy circle,
wearing just the color Purple,
Buttercups for my hat,
Perwinkles on which I sat.
Butterbyes put on a show,
fireflies dance and glow,
and all around me fairy,
song, music like a blowing
wind chime.
All around me Fairies
Dance,
Purple, Silver, Rainbow
Colors,
They call me by name.
Daylight comes,
They disappear,
I search under leaf,
flower, hunting out
their secret bower.
But they are gone,
to my dismay,
Maybe tomorrow they
will come to play.
Whisper’s
Whispers in my ear, as I drift off
to sleep.
Fleeting glimpse’s of a fate I can’t
quite see.
Memories of olden time’s as I open up
my eye’s.
I try to pull them in, but the darkness
take’s them back.
Another world, another life, another place,
a timeless space.
Do we travel, when we sleep,
my dream’s say yes, my heart say’s
leap.