Dec 17.2018
When a stranger lands in your space – There is nowhere to escape
The eyes reflect the night, you look for life inside, but find there is no sight
Others wander the night, some with seeing eyes, but not the stranger in your space
what brought her here, will tomorrow a tear be shed, or will we both stare into the night
waiting for the starship to return for her. Of my world she cannot be, for in my world, there is room for only me I have eyes that see and a heart that breaks, vacant eyes belong in another time and space.
Be calm and kind hesitating to share true feelings, can hurt not only ourselves but others. PL calendar .. day 17 Oyashikiri
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PL calendar day 20
Sometimes, we just sit around,
Sitting with only the gentle stirrings of the world around you.
You will find that stepping into a different space, will also bring you to another place and maybe even time.
I travel far and near to find a tree, usually when I do find one that will chat with me, he lives with cousins near by who are also willing to spin a yarn or two.
Oh goodness me child, how nice of you to stop and visit. We can wait from dawn to dusk to be noticed, but find, we are old, and worn, so no one stops to visit anymore. They come with their dogs and walk right by, they head for open spaces.
Freddy down the way, will be glad of some company, he gets few tenants these days, not even the dogs that come this way, use us anymore to mark their way.
Down the bend, to the right, you will see a path beside Uncle John. The leaves are crisp you will enjoy the sound as they say thank you for your trust in accepting their guidance as you walk the unknown path.
Please come again, your shadow is growing taller, In a few months when you come again, we will be able to show you much more of our world. Then we will see your shadow in the snow. till then, your shadow imprint, will remain for a while, leaving us smiling, because you shared with us.
The fairy tale world of a winter wonderland, will lull the weary, allowing for time to recharge and erase haunting memories. Right now she is blessing us with a wonder of colours and vistas of raw umber and burnt sienna interwoven with deep golden hues interspersed with rusty reds,
Today, I am the birch, patiently waiting for you to drive by, tires rolling across the asphalt, and the quiet to reappear till the next motorized vehicle comes along. Please do not be offended, it is simply time for us to hibernate.,
