RIDE THE TRAIN

Train

RIDE THE TRAIN

I ride the train each day.

For this, I need to pay?

No seat I can see.

Never is one free.

I hang from the strap above.

A soft sigh feels like a dove.

I turn my head to the side.

And do you know what I find?

A girl standing next to me.

One as pretty as can be.

She offers a small smile.

Now I could walk a mile.

I stand up taller than before.

I am now ten feet off the floor.

A slight smile before she departs.

I’m left happy as my day starts.

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BETWEEN THE LEAVES

magic-spelldust:
“  Invited by Ted Gore
”
Light squeezes between the leaves.
Eyes to the sky serve me best.
Rays cast hot fingers on me.
Sun has passed its daily test.
The circle widens and deepens.
A place to while away the day.
I keep to its...

 

magic-spelldust:

Invited by Ted Gore

 

Light squeezes between the leaves.

Eyes to the sky serve me best.

Rays cast their fingers on me.

Sun has passed its daily test.

The circle widens and deepens.

A place to while away the day.

I keep to its rounded corners.

A place I’ve come to love and pray.

 

A DAY AT THE BEACH

Pier 60 | ( by Claude Allaert )

I want to enjoy the summer light.

 

It does shine on the water so bright.

Smell the salt water in the  air.

Let the sea breeze flow through my hair.

Happiness is a day at the beach.

It is what I so dearly beseech.

A day with no worries or fears.

No bad things to bring me to tears.

PINK SEA

I gaze at the pink sea so pure,
A vision of delight for sure.
The sun is setting down,
But there’s no reason to frown.
I could see the ocean floor.
Look at me I’m out the door.
The sun may be gone for the day.
The moon will soon be here to play.

 

I gaze at the pink sea so pure,

A vision of delight for sure.

The sun is setting down,

But there’s no reason to frown.

 

I could see the ocean floor.

Look at me I’m out the door.

The sun may be gone for the day.

The moon will soon be here to play.

 

A FALL DAY

A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
Charcoal steps leading up.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves lift off
Until the day turns dark.
I’m trapped inside
A red swirl in the park.
The rain trickles.
The wind cackles.
I flee for...

 

A beautiful fall day.

A pebbled path through the red.

Charcoal steps leading up.

Fantasies flow through my head.

 

The leaves lift off

Until the day turns dark.

I’m trapped inside

A red swirl in the park.

 

The rain trickles.

The wind cackles.

I flee for safety

On raised hackles.

 

The path is gone.

Night has come too soon.

The path is gone.

Lost in the full moon.

 

THE MOON’S TURN

 

The sun sets in fire,

Leaving for the day.

Hiding its bright face,

Refusing to stay.

It is the moon’s turn

To bring night to day.

Its white face a grin

As it wants to play.

Stars twinkle and glow

To brighten the sky.

The moon moves away,

Climbing way up high.