Thoughts run softly down through eyes
Watching rain upon waves
Dripping from clouds swollen
Like memories within.
Pulling into thick air
Moisture coming and going
Silly nilly fashion often finds
Dry and sun
Flipped like a coin to grey spring showers
But it doesn’t matter really,
All one in the same like these thoughts
That run softly down
Past the years that come and go
In a peaceful meandering way
Leaving nothing behind with each moment that passes
Like footprints in the sand
Washed clean on rinse
Going round and round
Freshened,
New.
Cycle complete
Hung to dry.
I missed NaPoWriMo yesterday as often in life, some things that take precedence move in like a wave and wash us around, ending the day pleasantly tired and satisfied that tomorrow is another day….and here we are. Happy Friday my friends, a beach day today with friends….chance of sprinkles but that’s okay…..I think we will live through itđź’¦
