Days pass in endless mirth,
the soul glitters,
refined gold tinged beauty surrounds
the open heart that gives.
Day turns to night
giving birth to fertile dreamscapes
lost in stories of unknown form
drifting we embrace the ripples,
washed on waves of memory.
Faces and places seen from high
we flit in and out like fairies play
hide and seek behind bedtime clouds
peeking out to see,
we become a part of each segment
knowing we are somewhere in there
amongst the flowers that grow
soundless on meadows lushest lawn,
fragrance lifting on sun warmed air
and waving on autumn breezes
we stand tall and sparkle
shining in our knowledge
that each moment a splendid gift given
brings round a gift in return.