My attempts at being poetic
A Friend Lost
Often on some days I miss you……..la la, la la, la la, la
And then I open my eyes tad so wide……
Taking the world in a single stride…..
To see you through to only smile….
And when it rains pure so hard……. la la, la la, la la, la
I sit on the canopy of mighty strange trees….
Laughed upon my folly by the only bees….
Thinking about you like a singing geese…..
When it comes to the primitive rivers….. la la, la la, la la, la
I never try to walk on the bridges…..
Allowing wind to puff strange in the ridges….
Owing to you who puts the many stitches....
Often on some nights I miss you……. la la, la la, la la, la
And then I open my eyes to the silver moon….
Caring none about world always so loon….
To see you through not gone so soon….
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And another one (as if the first one was not enough!)
Spring Dreams
dreams do come true...
in the little ways,
like humming tunes astray,
in the nights and the days;
when you see them…
you try to chase things,
fluttering your small wings,
for happy heart to sing;
in the lost childhood,
feeling rain's like mother,
in arms of your brother,
or crying for each other;
swimming like a whale,
among the sea weeds,
or the fields green,
thinking of birth seeds;
when the heart beats,
holding a friend’s hand,
fighting for lost stand,
in every breath's strand;
dreams do come true...
in the little ways,
like humming tunes astray,
in the nights and the days.