somewhat immune

but a harbour can be a prison, too.

Although safe and sound
solitary confinement
can lead to living fantasy
and harsh realities not willing to be met
still radiate ‘neath truth’s unrelenting gaze.

Forbidden fruit
lays rotting on the ground.

Looking over ones shoulder
the past still gives a nasty nip
every now and then.

Gold waits to be discovered
in someone else’s time
although I planted the seed
it was never truly mine.

Emotions do not crystallize

I live each day and, learn

Speak telepathically
to those I love
transcending all the miles
in thoughts that drench
(compatible with mine)
blend in majestic moonlight
where mystical spirits dwell
amid living waters flow.

I go so deep
(too deep sometimes)

In darkness
other worlds awaken
outside the prison walls


Lively faerie’s gather
dance naked before my eyes
across capricious moonbeams
flitting blade to blade
free my thoughts to fly with them
on lightening wing to wing.

Thoughts of friendships born
and of promises made.

Like a Weeping Willow
I bend
Cry a little
then mend


If I am the love of the loved
I remain



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 This is just some thoughts in memories that wanted to have their say and, yet more on how I’d never seen them before, but how much I loved watching fireflies flit and dance through the grass one dark night.


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