Today would be the day; A day without a trouble. Easy and placed well. Not exactly a Friday. But a delight all the same. Maybe not exactly good news. Just overall satisfying. God blesses us all With such days. Happy mediocre. Cherry picking. No sorrow, no blame. Just a quiet thought.
Not enough time. The day passes With all my chores. You sit and brew. My slight no notice. Spite invigorates. Things amiss. Hid and placed. Clutter my brain with loss. Shame on me. Add a search of hours For things amiss. Trick on me As you sleep. Replaced as you awake. Shame on me. Trick on me.
Enough today No more. No more dancing. No more love. Just a bit of rest. Selfish nothing. Give no more. No more gentle touching. No more words. No more thoughts of youth. Enough today, I'm old.
Having grown to cover. Cracks healed; Turtle shell still encompasses treasures of the heart. As thoughts grow, so the shell grows. Thus far, the damage is not fatal. Just trying. My ribbed shell still holds the secrets.
The coolness of the water as it runs down my hands; Feeling the green of summer surround my shoulders; Reaching for the delight. Sunlight tripping ahead on the water; Inviting me to swim. God beckons my thoughts. Gladly shared.
Spinning toward the future At a slower pace. Not able to leave the minute That just seems to linger With me longer than it should. Takes so long to move down The road when I moving at My normal pace. Something inside just not right. Time needs to catch my moving mind.