all the while
the rain
was gently falling
& all the night
the stars
were simply peering
out from their
blankets
of velveted black
to watch me
surrender my thoughts
to the swirl of my
dreaming

when you opened your eyes
inside
when the sun sent her song
through your window

when you blinked in the golden
flowing river
covered in blankets of cream
and stirred

when the birds tickled the sky
with their whistling
& you rolled over
like Winter, or Yesterday's tide

did you listen to the whisper
of the Spirit -
did you share the light inside you
with the sun?
...

my box
full of arrows
cardboard, paper
coloured, black and white
but always blurry, wordy, flaunting
stopping, pointing, shouting, whispering
telling me of paths that I could tread
one at a time I pour them out
upon my purple bed
and let them fall
wherever they
may land

the tender pink petals
made for lovely confetti
midst the fallen leaves

as little Breeze came daintily
waltzing, dancing, so sweetly
down my gentle street

blowing the flowers like candles
I heard her softly whisper, wishing...

       **"Springtime...
                       won't you come
                                      and twirl with me?"

Courage is more than a feeling

Faith is more than a prayer

If you can't do it fearless -

                             *Do it scared.