Painting pictures in the sky
days drift
one into the other
lazily
time passes
and I too drift
carried on
thought clouds
light as a feather’s soft
tickle and caress.
Back to a place of calm
which had been all too elusive
after the last of the storm.
She is there
radiating the sun’s warmth
onto my skin
smiling at my content.
I’m not in competition
no game to win or lose
no more woe or worry
of lies or half truths.
None of it matters anymore
I go with the flow now
and simply
become the moment.
~*~
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