LOST IN THE FULL MOON

Source:travel-story

A beautiful fall day.

A pebbled path through the red.

I’ve come outside to play.

Fantasies flow through my head.

The leaves glitter red

Until the day turns dark.

I’m safe in my bed,

A red swirl in the park.

Rain pelts the park.

The wind cackles.

I flee in the dark

On raised hackles.

The path is gone.

Night has come too soon.

The path is gone,

Lost in the full moon.

BENEATH THE TREE

 

Beneath the tree

 

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

 

I want to take a walk between its legs,

growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

 

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

 

Come walk with me in its dark shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

 

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

SOLITUDE

ocean wallpaper

 

A rare commodity is solitude.

It can be easily misunderstood.

To be all alone with no one else around.

You can do this in the air or on the ground.

You can sail off in the blue sea,

Or hop on a plane without me.

We can all use some time alone

Without T.V. or telephone.

Time to think about your goal.

You will come back feeling whole.