She will go

That is where you will find magic,
She will go there
Somewhere deep within her soul,
Where balloons float on air
And the stars will play
Jacks with the moon ball.
She will be found
Out among the tall grasses
Somewhere below the solitary tree,
Conversing with the universe
That bows before her
Like a queen of magical things
She will go
When the summer wind kisses
The cheek of fall
Who will betray her
With the romance of winter,
She will rise high above
Floating on the twinkling wisps
Of daydreams that float
On the thoughts of a child,
She will go
And she will know the soul
She had left behind so very long ago,
She will go to find yesterday
On a pillow
Eyes closed,
She will dream
And it will be so.

The stillness in solitude

She has become
The scenery
Cast in shades of autumn,
A pale grey green,
Fading trees
Leafless and waiting
For seasons of earth
To re color their cloaks.
She sits in reflection
Solitude calms
The busy mind
It is here she dreams
Of lands across the sea,
Of her young life ahead
Of yesterday behind.
She blends with nature in
Her idle daydreams,
Her secret garden far away
And the flowers that had been there,
That will return once more
After winter claims its time,
And it all moves through
Her quiet mind now calmed
Perhaps a bit of sun peeks gently through
The October clouds
Gracing her world
With its tender warmth,
Reminding her again
Of summer days once more,
Where color bursts
And grey only exists
In storm clouds and ashes,
The tempest of ocean skies
Dowsing the fire
Of a sun resting on
The horizon.

Photo: Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot – The Solitude. Recollection of Vigen, Limousin 1866

The fire inside

She dances
Natures wild child
Flying in her mind
Music flowing through her being
Carefree spinning
The fire inside
Igniting her soul
With sweet bliss.
She dances to the sounds
That only she hears,
The melody of her life
The notes of each memory
Strung together in a universal anthem
Her wings moving faster
Hummingbird motion
She is everywhere and nowhere
All at one time.
She dances for life
Giving rise to her confidence
Giving birth to her spirit
Whirling between seasons
The dance of time never ends,
She moves the leaves like wind
Holding audience with kindred spirits
She feels the fire inside
Burning with movement
She lights the universe
With motion.