I close my eyes
I am walking slowly
Listening to the breeze
Gently moving the pine needles.
I hear the creaking
Of the tree limbs
As they wave back and forth.
I hear the squirrel
For disturbing him.
I feel the peacefulness
Of the forest
And melt into the tranquility
Of the moment.
Originally written: November 21, 1999
Daydreaming! Oh-h-h, Ah-h-h the pleasure of daydreaming!
I can go anywhere at anytime. I can be within the loving
arms of the forest or my lover. I can travel any distance
within a wink of time. I visit places and moments in my past
that has been retained in this scramble of memory I have.
It is a jumble of memories filled with wonders and the mundane.
It surprises me what is trapped within and randomly retrieved
at random moments.