I wonder how the mind goes to different places so easily,
while the body stays in one place.
It travels through thousands of thoughts,
going a mile a minute.
Takes you to your dreams, to your wishes
and wills them to be true.
Most seem impossible, unreachable
people will say go for them.
Reach for the Stars

But sometimes the Stars are just not possible to reach,
instead we land on meteors flying through space
taking us farther from our goal then we hoped.

The mind is a curious place, filled with millions of things.
Filled with ambitions, and fantasies that could only come true in books.
Filled with works of art that can't be expressed physically,
can't' be made with paper and stone.

We may express our thoughts with poems,
music
art
but nothing can ever be the same as the original
that only we can think of

In our curious wonderful mind

The purpose of life is not to live.
It is to find an interesting way to die.

Tell me where the children go
Tell me how they grow
Learn to occupy more space
And are expected to not trip
And fall all over their Saturn Return
Do they lose the innocence in their eyes
To the evening skies
Stars carrying them back
To their one true home
Or do they linger beneath our skin
Patiently waiting for us
To summon them in our time of need
A silence a presence then a whisper
Helping us remember they always
Keep us near*

© Sia Jane

True love is a sacred flame
That burns eternally,
And none can dim its special glow
Or change its destiny.
True love speaks in tender tones
And hears with gentle ear,
True love gives with open heart
And true love conquers fear.
True love makes no harsh demands
It neither rules nor binds,
And true love holds with gentle hands
The hearts that it entwines.

Helen Steiner Rice. 4/18/2016.