Growing ....years ....only

One day, I shall grow up
and then, I shall wonder
do I really need to grow up

Candy Floss

High speed and high temperature, spinning
Apparent web forming, white fluff on a stick twining
lacking in worth and substance,....perhaps.
Sweetness, happiness, love galore,.... enlightened,.....  candy floss

My Moon - My Moon

Remember the Moon,
white and bright and full of romance
in my younger days.
Now, oxidised and tainted,
I saw it on a early dull winter morning.
I wish to see it fresh and bright and how
Wipe the tint of the smog created
and you shall see my Moon again

Remember the Moon,
white and bright and full of romance
in my younger days.
Now lying low somewhere within the clouds
Hide and seek within the blacks, it shies away.
Wait for the cool and fresh winds of change
to cast away the puffs,
and you shall see my Moon again

Remember the Moon,
white and bright and full of romance
in my younger days.
In the nights that seem to be Dark
and the stars mere decoration,
The Moon had been my beacon, the rays the secure cloak
Once again shall play my ace of hearts
and you shall see my Moon again.

My Moon shall tell my fairy tale
through The Waning and The Waxing of Time.
The Day shall be my punctuation, but The night my solace
The Tears and The Smiles of Time shall regale, all
who shall want to listen
and then,
Remember the Moon,white and bright and full of romance
in my younger days.

My Moon - Unfurling

Crumpled paper of a Night,
 I open....and remove the crease
I unfurl My moon..to my delight

My Moon - The Page

Flick through the pages of the night...one at a time
Looking ......I find on the 15th,
My moon ...to my delight

My friends

Emerge....happy like the bubbles of the surf,
riding the wave of lifetime, reaching the shore,
burst in glee, my friends and me......merge again

A Step in Time

The granules of corrupted silica, crackle and compress
With the warmth of the step...go ahead
Leave a footprint...on the sands of Time

Fragrant Thoughts

Like a flower, irrespective
a sense of sweet smell, in anticipation,
my thoughts shall too, with fragrance fill my universe.

Free and Forgiven

I cut myself from you, my dear.
The umbilical chord of guilt and fear
disconnected.
Grow in the vastness and fullness
pick on the opportunities beckoning.
Let the freedom be yours.

I let myself float away, my friend unbecoming
Ripple to you distance me
You in yourself, feed upon actions
appropriate or otherwise.
I clear my chaos
and forgive