A west wind blows
warm summer winds
breaking through a mood
which is not unique
…in fact, quite the
Collecting all thought
in one sweet breath of life
I surf its waves and spiraling patterns
No, I cannot condemn any pain
while searching for its reason.
But, in those golden days when you
sing in praise of love or glory
will you remember too, that
once I was your stepping stone
and helped give birth to
some of your dreams.
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
Shared with dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight #57
Poets United Vice Versa: Unique/Ordinary Condemn/Praise
Without backward glance
in sunlight, she looks toward tomorrow
with smiles like a breeze
on warmer days than these.
Little things give silent strength
a harmony of accepting that
Past is past.
The beat of one moment hangs on
fragile lines in a spider-web
along the strands of time.
Those souls we touch
are but stepping stones
we are the stepper
we are the stone
always moving forward
to fulfill our destiny.
Yesterdays fantasies turn to dust
in tenuous reflections from
the living stream
where we all play center stage
in this prelude to infinity.
© Daydreamer Too *All rights reserved
Just some thoughts on how opportunity knocks. Sometimes we are the stepper and others who touch our lives ensure that we move forward and, sometimes we are the stone, which in turn allows others who touch our lives to go forward from their having met us.
Shared at: Jenny Matlock Saturday Centus within the stone
and at Jingle Poetry Pot Luck
And: Sunday Scribblings 272 – Opportunity