The world will be well
Lay down your head and listen
to the lullaby
There is no ending today
and no beginning tomorrow
Sleep will soon take you
Dreams of dragons and magic
Sweet dreaming, dear one
There is magic in today
Wonder in tomorrow
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A Shiver
A sun-kissed day.
A light breeze moves the grass in sea waves.
The long grass resists the mower blades, as the yellow-flowered weeds lament never seeing the bees again.
A shiver reminds me that Winter wants to hold on, yet Spring is here to stay.
The Wooden Place
Hidden from judgemental eyes,
sitting within the wooden place.
Rigid and scared about what is to come,
you hear a soothing voice ask you about
the nature of your day and your dreams.
Hearing nothing from beyond,
only you sit within this place.
The scent of roses is strong,
visions of scent move before your eyes,
and
the different lights modulate and pulse.
The scent calms your fears;
love and kindness replace dark thoughts
of original sin and destruction.
You relax and fall away,
gone from the wooden place of torture and
out into the wild world.
Missed Opportunity
A quick cheeky wink
Hoping for love’s first nibble
A quick side-eye glance
Discovering a partner
Feeling sorry for yourself
The Bird
A beautiful bird,
having a flutter not far from me.
Looking upward,
such beautiful colours & song.
Thinking kind thoughts,
paintings appear behind my eyes.
Lost in deep thought,
a wet feeling on my shoulder.
The bird took a shit on my shoulder;
sad on the way home.
Forest Witch
The forest is full of the sounds of snow-covered trees, scurrying creatures, and the hoot of an owl.
By the lambent glow of the lamp, a witch walks along carrying a song to the trees, the snow, and the Earth.
As she walks, trees bow, creatures dance, and the owl nods.
A Song You Both Loved
The rain begins to fall. The cold wind moves through your hair as you watch the person you love descend into the soil.
The raindrops roll down your pale face as you hear a song you both loved.
No longer visible, the wind blows as the music comes to an end and you walk away.
The Look
The point of your toes.
You dance around the coffee table to a guilty pleasure.
Wild, sweeping, undulated 80’s dance moves take you back in time.
Unaware that the blind is up, you look across to see a passerby give you the Lummox Look.
Unperturbed, you continue dancing naked.
The Light
The village gathered around
to see the light on the hill.
Saturated in whiskey and humour,
three brave souls staggered towards the light.
Some looked horrified, others confused, and
one took a nap.
The first to arrive cried, “It’s bloody Steve with a torch up his arse!”
Muse
Other people have a great beauty to adore or a muse of flesh and blood.
Yet when she sits and writes poetry, such inspiration does not come from the beauty of the flesh.
Instead, she sits with pots and pans, touching, rubbing and feeling them.
The kitchen is her muse.
C & K 