MEMORIES and DREAMS...

Memories and Dreams

Dreams untouchable silently grow

mental pleasures offered for the taking

during their visits envisioned so

they fill reality imagined with many things

Consumed in the darkness of morning hours

loosely wrapped in majestic beauty

they are like fresh blooming flowers

renewing the spirit like morning coffee

The winds of time ripple on minds fountain

that peaceful place where memory stays

where the wonders of dreams certain

offer joys of mind consumed that way

Present in the mornings imagined flight

beauty fabricated shapes the day

and captures moments naturally right

filled with sweet sights that stay

Embedded in the love of life ever strong

and replaces those memories of times where

youth was spent on delights now gone

Like the girl with long raven hair

her ivory skin nakedly displayed 

on an antique red velvet chair 

LE PRINTEMPS.....

Le Printemps

Oh, the joys that Spring brings

Blooming flowers and other things

Like purple glen colorfully presented

nesting birds that sing till days end

All this entices the spirit momentarily

to request a break immediately

to capture the flow of life from the shore

of that stream flowing swiftly evermore

Standing on high ground sunny

each moment very merry

watching nature rain bowed

a pause from the daily grind bestowed

Spring changes perspectives forever

sweeps away the shadows of Winter

and causes suspended animation

that brings about mental sanitation

  

TIMES PAST....

Times Past

Well, we all have our yesterdays

Who can't resist a tangled story

In the shadow of Church towers

I suffer the aches of something to admire

I won't walk away

take that belief break casually

Admit that I was so wrong

about tributes and causes strong

Of tainted ideals cast by those long gone

that sustains today's gathering storm

and if I blink for a moment

I may be spared from past comments

Embedded in ancestral portraits

as my yesterdays justify artistic intent

Today, I bask in freshness new

enjoy everyone I ever knew

The past is like fresh morning dew

deposited on the toe of my shoe

as it melts away in warm daylight

reminding me of life's many delights

MIND SHRINE....

Mind Shrine

There is a shrine I love so

by the unbroken whisper of the river

where life's clouds cast no shadow

and no rain can quench its fire

Its planted foundation on colored stones

basks in Springs groundswell all around

as mind relics hang loosely on its old bones

warmed by cups of sunshine there found

Time stored in memory stands still

with sights, tastes and touch of long ago

wrapped in the sounds of water-mill

and live in wild strawberry smells of the meadow

Years have flown and hopes seem to strive 

under bright sun and crescent moon

with wishes sprinkled in misty skies

awaiting Springs bursting bloom

sweet memories mark time evermore

and those places are present still

warming the sands of mind on rippled shores

On a sunny day where joy enshrined is spilled