One day the gist will
nudge you
In a welling form of
growth
If it’s all the same to
me and you
It can be shared
between us both
A mystery steeped in
history
The gift within conveys
A point in time a
juncture
To reflect on memory
days
The love of friends is
life itself
To be among to be
within
Taking turns in
spending time
To start again or just
begin
Her map of many roads
to take
Far too complex on her
own
To arrive yet spend so
little time
All dreams of faceless
places flown
Travelling light she
closed her eyes
The countdown had begun
The sense of movement
hardly felt
All her thoughts were
on the run
This is a compilation of previous thoughts that otherwise went in different directions, then to my surprise I realised that many of what I thought were other rhymes turned out to be one poem.
