Close heavy eyelid,
Time to lay and rest.
Let the real world go,
And let imagination
Bloom and create,
Let it expand while
You peacefully slumber,
Grow wild, and take over,
Lead you away to dream
On the wings of butterflies,
Of bright feather light dreams,
Soft and almost bubble like,
That will pop - burst suddenly!
At the interrupting loud claxon
Of the alarm clock
Simple things perhaps
To have in life
You have family
You have friends
You have faith
You are not in pain
You are loved
Simple things perhaps
But count your blessings
There are those less lucky
Fragile creature,
In strange hands
Tiny, weak thing,
Bearing striped fur
Trembling and mewling
Be kind , be gentle,
And set her back,
Among the mess of
Equally small litter mates,
And the warmth of mother,
Until, wide eyes open,
And on unsteady feet,
Curiosity grows
Along with her.
Careful hands take the time to trace,
Each familiar line of my own face,
Every feature known beneath fingertip,
Brow, eyes and nose, cheekbone and lip,
So unique to me so different to you
Yet each part still all the same too
Celebrate the individuality I trust -
But accept differences as a must!
In the darkest times
Hold one thing close
Within your heart
Choose to plant the seeds
Then tenderly Nurture hope
Let it grow like blossom
Guard it fierce like a tiger
Let it take wing like a dove
And fly giddily like butterflies
Until better times come back
Light as a feather
On colourful wings
A butterfly settles
On a snail of all things
Master something?
Then again maybe not
In this strange partnership
Content with their lot
A dainty fine lady
Hitching a ride
The snail her fine coachman
With steady slow stride
Perhaps gentle, yet also hot,
Red and dragon-like fierce,
It burns, and then it consumes,
With every touch and embrace,
And with each kiss that lingers.
Two lovers and their passions,
Their hearts molten into unity,
Fingers clasp, their lips meet,
Their bodies joined in unison,
Rightfully belonging together.
Their very souls branded deep,
With each others names only,
True hearts of even truer lovers,
Given such a pure, precious gift,
To forever be able to love truly