Imprints in the Imagination
...the impressions of footprints walking away...
but these are so very beautiful aren't they...?
and we're truly grateful to see as many everyday,
even if half-the-world on their shoulders does verily weigh
what relief to know, and again even more so to convey
our appreciation for the thoughts aloft that sway...
....always tiptoeing back to us in Poetry's ephemeral way
Silver Dolphins...
My childhood too was like silver dolphins
A lazy day dancing in fountains
running through portals
to other worlds...
My own world in which I was lost so often
lost in halls of different identities
--all me.
A princess,
a warrior,
an explorer,
a pirate,
but only a child
running through portals
like silver dolphins...
The Flower Children
Fingertips of sunlight touch the buds
To wake them from their slumber.
They rise from their patches of soil,
Stretching their green limbs up towards the sky
As if they're acceping a hug from the morning light.
Invigorated, they prance over to the garden
Where they rejoice in the company of their friends,
Dancing in a beautiful display of colors.