The images you capture
With the shutter
Of your eyelids are

The sounds that come
From your lips are

The ground that you
Walk upon is

The love that you hold
In your hands is

The bed where
You lie is

The time that
We shared is

But you are not
Of this world.

How the waves,
touch the sky,
blues on the horizon,
seen with the,
naked eye
No divisions,
or torrent floods,
just flowing,
Sapphire ripples,
with bursts,
of Indigo that triple

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

It was that way
Walking with,
footprints,
leading the way,
knowing these,
footprints were,
moving in the,
right directional way,
trusting those guiding,
the day
Then visioned
latent print,
confirmed,
braided rope,
not made,
of jute twine,
neither bespoke
Instead a strength,
of braid,
that surpassed
and, stretched,
thicker than any,
secondary sway flex,
durable and,
strong construction,
reduced the stretch
Showing palms,
and hands,
victorious with,
no marks left
Crystal clear,
footprints that
glistened,
someone surely,
listened

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Children played,
in the woodland today
Acorns spread across the ground
Treeshouses lots to be found
Crunching of the leaves,
provided a blanket to support feet,
but be careful of the mushrooms,
proper foraging retreats
This unexplored woodland,
could provide lots to eat,
expert knowledge,
must touch the cooking ***,
in order to enjoy the delights,
that the woodland has got
So let's continue to explore,
and, play,
finding those treehouses,
with arched doors,
that will provide,
Imaginary play
Then sit on tree stumps,
on the ground,
while eating packed lunches,
listening to the sounds

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Fireflies danced at night
Reminding us of our internal,
character, and light
Listening to our hearts,
awakening truth so bright,
leaving, hope,
and, guidance with,
inspiration in sight
Dance fireflies spread,
your light
Glowing between the trees,
a canopy of red, yellow
and, green,
communication,
in flashing beetles,
is seen

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney