Tag Archives: 1970s

Thoughts

Thoughts,
flowing like a gentle stream
through mountains and
trees.

Hearts,
singing the cheerful song
of a hummingbird
fluttering her wings.

Time,
ever moving like the
rivers,
every rushing by.

Moods,
ever changing like the
weather,
sometimes stormy,
sometimes sunny,
ever passing…

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Memory

I wait,
and while I wait
I think of the times,
the faces of long ago.

A peace fills me,
and I wear the stillness
as a cloak,
warming me,
the cold outside forgotten.

Your face dances across
my memory, and I smile.

untitled — The Wind…

The wind whispered
all our secrets
and dreams.
The trees swayed
with the telling
as time laughed.
The dreams are old now,
the secrets no longer.