MY SECRET

 


MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.I want to look at water and not towers.Some color to brighten my day.A place where the birds come to play.I will walk to the end of the pier.I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.For I will only see fish swimming by.And not any monsters lurking nearby.
Time will pass slowly and must be savored.Whoever comes this way will be favored.I think it’s only prudent and fairTo share my secret with those who care.

 

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

 

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE

Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.

Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY

This is a perfect summer day.
Too hot for us to dance or play.
Perfect for a short nap or snooze.
The long daylight we sure won’t lose.
Let’s wile away the hours
And pick some pretty flowers.
Please come with me my dearest one.
I only want us to have fun.
Nothing could hurt us on this lake,
Unless you think my ploy is fake.

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

THE MIST

THE MIST

The mist.
The fog.
The air is heavy.
Encircling me.
In its heavy cocoon.
It’s growing.
Searching.
For whom?
For me?
I must leave.
Right now.
It’s following me.
Reaching for me.
There’s no escape.
They’re here.

HOW PERFECT

bobcronkphotography:

Japanese Gardens – Portland, OR

Watch the water flow.

Down the mountain.

Over the rocks.

Carrying leaves and fish.

To new places.

To new sights.

Watch the fish jump and play.

The sun’s rays reflecting

on the smooth surface.

Listen to the soothing sounds.

The water splashing against

The submerged tree limbs.

How perfect.

How satisfying.

Dip your toes into the cold splendor.

That makes it perfect.

FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD

rosiesdreams:</p> <p>Somewhere ..   Photo by David Soar </p> <p>I love this picture.<br /> It brings many images to mind.<br /> An isolated cabin somewhere on a rise<br /> of land near a small body of water.<br /> Darkness is surrounding the cabin<br /> but there’s a light inside.<br /> Smoke is drifting upward from the chimney.<br /> Someone is home.<br /> Who lives there?<br /> Why would someone want to live<br /> far from the madding crowd?<br /> Does the person ever feel lonely?<br /> I don’t see a car.<br /> How does this person travel?<br /> I want to peek into the window.<br /> Should I?

rosiesdreams:

Somewhere ..   Photo by David Soar

I love this picture.

It brings many images to mind.

An isolated cabin somewhere on a rise

of land near a small body of water.

Darkness is surrounding the cabin

but there’s a light inside.

Smoke is drifting upward from the chimney.

Someone is home.

Who lives there?

Why would someone want to live

far from the madding crowd?

Does the person ever feel lonely?

I don’t see a car.

How does this person travel?

I want to peek into the window.

Should I?