pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads

Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not

I don't know about you
but I always find it satisfying
to always expect less
and hope for more...

Planetary grace
her vast hospitality
humble by default

Too many cliches
Hyperbole and reality got mixed up
Where is peace and calm?
With all people and things lost
Why can't we get found?
There is so much more for all of us
Do we still have time to get it right with all the wrong surrounding us?
C@rainbowchaser2023