Sometimes
It's just nice
To sit
Alone
And idle
Observe life
And catch up with your soul

Can thou ever know
What there truly is to know
About anything?

skirts spinning in wind
on the hill I wave goodbye to the cityscape
lines and let the rain dash around on my eyelashes,
the warm grass lush under my bare feet I chase cloudshadows
and wander (searching for foxes) and the hunt is on, sanity escaping
and tranquility abounds as I bound from tussock to tussock, hair blazing little fox tail wagging and I lash the sky with open arms
home is where the heart is
and my earth is my den

My bags are packed,
I've folded all our memories into the corners.
The sky is blue and wide open, no clouds.
The old house looks behind me.
I know all of its windows, it's doors,
Everything about it...
But when the lease runs out,
You gotta move on.
I take one last time to turn and look at it,
Remembering all the joyful times that were there.
Deep in my heart, I'm a bit scared,
But I know it's the right thing now.
I'll love you in my fond memories,
As I glance back at you through my rear view mirror.
It's time to find a new place -
Potential for new memories, new feelings, sights
And most of all, true love and happiness.

There is man in the first floor of the building,
we lend him our eyes because he'd got no use for our ears.
He tells life with vivid motions, stories through fingers and expressions;
he's got a joy for life and it's apparent from his actions.
He puts me to shame as I try to convey life with all this intricate words;
I say meretricious, he waves his hand away
I say despondent, he shakes his head in dismay
I say exuberance, but all he has to do is smile.

There's a savant in the first floor of the building.
He's merry and jolly,
reminding everyone with a gentle smile that
sometimes words are not enough, reminding us that
although the pen is mightier than the sword
actions speak louder than words.