Free Spirited

We climbed on playgrounds Childhood
Different worlds
Childhood stories
Clashing swords
We ran for meters
Discovering new places
Of abandoned crevices
The quiet little places
We swam
Into the quiet sea
Wrapped by its touch
We felt so free
Drifted our thoughts
Into most glorious stories
The good old tales
Of this land’s glories
Sometimes a tear or two
Was shed
Sometimes we dreamt
Awake in bed
Of all that’s been
Of what’s to come
Holding onto moments
While trying to be someone
A day of inspiration
And maybe pain too
So that we may learn
What we as children knew.

Jan 21, 2014
2:57 am

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No “Good” in Goodbye

Upon their first encounter,
She noticed his sweet smile
As if her heart had melted
She stared for quite a while,
As he approached much closer
Their eyes locked to a stare
At first few words were spoken
She knew none could compare,
The most perfect moment
Described with out a word
As if all sound had faded
He had stepped (forward),
Danced the night away
Memories in making
Beneath the starlit sky
She was now awakened,
Smile again then an embrace
To keep in memory the past
She said hello he said goodbye
Those moments were their first and last.

September 11, 2011
5:29pm